-Raven-
I couldn’t help but reflect on my mother’s story about losing her brother and her desire for vengeance, despite no one being truly responsible for his death. It had been a tragic accident, a terrible series of events. My own situation was different—my family had been killed, not lost through an accident. The man who had done it was dead as well, leaving only his grandson behind.
“It’s not the same thing,” I whispered to myself.
Still, I wondered if my mother was right. Would watching the prince die bring me any real satisfaction? Would it make me happier?
“Raven?” Unable to rest after my mother’s story, I decided to take a walk. As I wandered, Helena’s voice broke through my thoughts. I turned to see her running through the forest toward me, her face alight with excitement.
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