ELRETH
She wondered if it was possible to actually die from grief. Then she growled at herself, because could there be a more self-pitying thought?
And yet, the question didn't leave her head.
She had walked through that day feeling as if her limbs were lead.
It had been a month since the portals were closed, her parents were lost, and Aaryn disappeared. Every day since, she'd gone to sleep vowing that the next day would be easier. That she would find joy, somewhere, somehow. And every day had been proven to be only more painful, and heavier than the one preceding it.
As Elreth left the market after a breakfast she hadn't been able to eat, she shook her head. There were so many things to be grateful for. Why couldn't her heart find even a speck of joy in them?
The humans who had intended to destroy the Anima had been rousted, destroyed—and the voices as well.
