Prologue

Screams. Panic. Dead bodies. The pain. It's killing me. I want to scream. I want to run. But I can't. Why even bother living if live's so painful. Isn't death better? The dead bodies look so peaceful, if that's death... The light is blinding, the darkness is calling me. Even if I wanted to kill myself, I couldn't. I'm still frozen. The pain. That's all there is. Then, when I think it's never going to stop, a person puts it's hand upon my forehead. The darkness finally came. And with darkness my screams. ︎

From that day on, everything changed. She changed. Will Arya be able to succeed her task and follow her Destiny? Or will her past and fear for the unknown always hunt her down?