Power Of Three Words
Fourteen Months Ago.
The woods seemed to swallow the last glimmers of moonlight, as Iyana stumbled deeper into the black abyss of the forest. Her uniform was matted with blood, but she couldn't care less. She had to find the person she came here looking for.
After Leila left, there was an ambush from the Haberland soldiers, and after Iyana was mindlessly done slaying or capturing them, she had come straight looking for the infamous witch's hut who had the rumors of being able to erase memories at will.
As her arm brushed against a tree branch in the dark, she didn't even take notice of the nasty, bloody gnash. She was simply hollow, drained of life and light.
Every step felt detached, mechanical, as if she were nothing but a shell moving through the trees.
Through the dense woods, a small house appeared, barely visible in the darkness. It stood alone, as though abandoned by the world, much like how Iyana felt deep within her.