Aleya took plodding steps across the hills and away from the place she had called home all her life. They had all abandoned her when she had done so much for them. Teaching them, helping with chores, looking after their children, being a good as friend as possible and just trying to be helpful in anyway she could. In return, when it came down to it they were too worried about themselves to help the one who had helped them as much as they possibly could. Everyone in that village deserved to die.
Her body still quivered with rage as her heavy footfalls carried to the top of a high hill. She stopped when she came to a high cliff. Her gaze dropped to stare at the bottom many feet below her.
It would be so easy. The rage and despair burning inside her hurt so much. The pain of falling would be brief then she would be released.
She looked down at her hands and blinked. One was armoured and one was not. Why had she put these clothes on? They were far too immodest and tight. She looked around