Alaric
A presence appeared behind her and she turned, her eyes landing on one of the three people that had healed them. It was the man who looked like he was made of angles.
"Of course, this is the trial." Their surroundings had changed and now they are standing atop a dark mountain.
The air blows her hair around her head but she doesn't try to put it together. "What's that about? Did I fail?"
She could still feel it in her, fear, panic, and emptiness that had followed her through the years after her father's disappearance and mother's death.
The emotions she had forgotten this past few months she had met Thorn. No, not forgotten. She had forbidden herself from feeling such emotions even years before she met Thorn.
There was no place for emotions when you had to struggle for your survival. For when to eat your next meal.