Arwen stood frozen in the middle of the room. Her breathing was ragged, her eyes teary.
Realizing she was in a quiet place, she walked towards the closed door. Her trembling fingers touched the surface of the door, as if it could answer all her worries.
Arwen stood still at the doorway, uncertain, silent and motionless.
“Is all of this really my fault? Do I just bring disaster wherever I go?” her monologue trembled, full of pain.
She lowered her face, letting a tear fall onto the back of her hand.
“I never asked to be bound to this fate. I never thought I would be the reason for war,” she whispered softly.
Her heart was beating irregularly, filled with pain and fear at the same time. Luna Heather's words were still spinning in her head, repeating like an echo that would not stop.
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