Yuleen had never eaten meat for a very long time now.
Clean water and toasty roasted meat were like her mother's embrace in her dreams as it warmed her up, and made her feel like she was in heaven.
Her tongue and arm still hurt, but that did not matter, as long as she lived, everything else did not matter.
Mother had said, she was like a patch of wild grass in the desert, and even when battered by the elements, she would still grow, ever stronger.
Humans need to be positive. To see happiness, to see contentment, only then one would be a happy person.
Yuleen still remembered the words her mother had said while she was in her arms.
The Steel Lord looked on as the little girl wrote crookedly on the sand. Yuleen.
"Is that your name?" He asked.
She nodded and let out a bright smile.