ZINA
From the first time Zina opened her eyes after the attack by Xalea Borne, she knew that a thousand things were wrong and strange about her. She hadn't been ignorant to those changes. In fact they had glared at her till a point where she could no longer ignore them as she simply chose to.
But, Zina had perserved. She refused to bow down to the trauma that beckoned on her, and she refused to fall under the weight of the unknown. She simply chose to bask in the light of her new self, ignoring the demons that waited at the end of the dark tunnel with spiked forks.
But the thing about ignoring demons was that the more you ignored them, the more they grew in numbers, and as Zina's eyes snapped open in what must have been the dead of night, she realised her cup of ignoring things had become way too full till it was overflowing.
Zina could not see a thing.
Literally.