Confusing Entries

Eira walked slowly downstairs with her school bag slung over her right shoulder, her gaze fixed on the floor, her thoughts in disarray, remembering some of the confusing words she read in Ephyra's mother's diary.

With each passing day, I grow weaker. It's a bitter truth, yet I find solace knowing I've served my purpose—though not entirely. A gnawing guilt lingers, entwined with a simmering anger. Anger at being deceived, at being fooled by those pathetic beings.

But then Master came to me. Her unwavering support eased the weight of my guilt and soothed the fire of my rage. It was in her presence that I realized another emotion had gripped me all along: worry. I was deeply, achingly worried for Ephyra.

Yet now, I am at peace. I know, with a certainty that steadies me, that no matter how hard the path ahead may be, Ephyra will find her way. She is destined to rise above this storm.