“GOLIATH!”
Minerva’s cracky voice managed to overshadow all the chaos going on around them. A burning tree fell down in front of her, completely blinding her from what was happening. She kept sniffing and struggling on the ground. The tears that escaped her eyes were coming out in floods.
“Not again! Not again! Hyyyaaaa!”
She kept screaming, the sight of Goliath’s death kept repeating itself in her head in that moment. Many feelings and thoughts swirled in her heart and mind. Again, she wasn’t able to stop anyone from dying. Her mother died, but she honestly couldn’t care less at first. Then her father followed suite. Next the village of dark elves that raised her had been destroyed. The spirit that used to talk to her was nowhere to be seen. In fear and anger, she went away from Gorm. Maybe that was when the idea that she was a curse to those who loved her started, but she didn’t take it seriously. She made a new friend, Fang. Then Fang died.