Cassandra knew she was destined for greatness, but she did not expect this...
Ever since Varian disappeared in the night of the blizzard, Cassandra has been eager to impress her father more than ever, hoping that one day, he'll let her find him... A...
Varian trudged through the blizzard, his shoulders hunched against the biting wind. Snowflakes swirled around him, stinging his reddened cheeks and eyes. He kept his head down, focusing on the crunch of his footsteps in the snow.
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His mind was a storm of its own, filled with thoughts of self-loathing. Each step seemed heavier than the last, weighed down by the memories of his father's harsh words. "A disappointment," his father had called him. The sting of that accusation cut deeper than the cold.
Varian's vision blurred with unshed tears, freezing before they could fall. He replayed the argument over and over, wishing he could take back every word, every accusation, but it's too late now. All he needs... is to get away for some fresh air. His chest tightened with pain, a physical ache that matched the relentless cold.
The landscape around him was desolate, mirroring his internal turmoil. The once-familiar path seemed endless, a journey with no destination, much like his own spiraling thoughts.
"I'm sorry," he whispered to the howling wind, his voice barely audible. "I tried... I really tried, but you care about the village more than me, it seems..."
He stumbled, catching himself just before falling, and continued to mutter under his breath. "Why did I think I could stop the black rocks issue by myself? I always mess things up. Always."
He shook his head, his eyes fixed on the ground. "Dad was right. I'm just a disappointment. I can't get anything right."
His steps faltered, and for a moment, he considered stopping his walk and turn around, to feel the comfort of his own home. Maybe it would be easier to feel his comforter on top of his body, cuddle with Ruddiger, get a nice cup of cocoa...
But some small, stubborn part of him kept moving, a bitter feeling in his usually bright heart. "What's the point?" he mumbled, his breath visible in the frigid air. "No one believes in me. Not even him."
The wind blew harsher, the icy gusts biting into his skin and making his eyes water. He hunched his shoulders, trying to shield himself from the relentless cold. He shivered violently, his teeth chattering uncontrollably. Desperately seeking respite, he pulled the hood of his coat over his head, tucking it tightly around his face.
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