Fate Is Really Cruel To Weak People
Cecil stared up at the night sky above, watching as the stars twinkled brightly in the darkness of space, unaware of the tragedy that transpired here on earth.
Her consciousness was fading away from losing too much blood, leaving her weak and unable to do anything.
Yet her thoughts were somehow becoming clear, as if the thick fog that had clouded her judgment and led her into the path of disaster was disappearing.
As she continued gazing into the vast universe above, she remembered her family and how loving and caring they were towards her, and how she always loved playing with them as a child.
Those happy memories brought a faint smile to her lips, bringing warmth into her heart for a moment before it was replaced by sorrow, as she also remembered the slaughter caused by bandits, leaving her all alone until she was discovered by the elder in the sect, who saved her.