Viktorija looked at the playground had been her safe space, no one bothered her here and she could lay down and cry. No one went near it and everything looked like one gush of wind would knock it over and break it into a million pieces.
The wood was rotting and Viktorija didn’t know if she could allow it to continue rotting away, it would be the last link to her childhood, and she didn’t want Nestanha to have it. Putting her hand to the ground, she placed a to the ground and put a seal around the playground.
She would burn it to the ground after she had put a safe distance between it and her. It would be another thing she would burn down that night, she had already sealed away the rest of her life in her bracelets.
Sealed away her library into books and then sealed those into her brac
