OCs 2 - the Sequel

The Next Day

Hope stared at her ceiling, waking up the next morning. She took a deep breath and stood, stumbling for a moment then leaning on the wall. Fighting Midnight had taken a lot of effort and energy... Almost as much as she had.
Hope took tried to catch her breath when the sun hit her and helped. She tiptoed, wobbling slightly as she proceded to the kitchen. This was getting on her nerves...
She grabbed cereal and poured it, the cling of the spoon as she scooped up a spoonful of cereal made her think about the fight. She didn't like fights... That was the worst. Would she ever have to fight again? She hoped not... She frowned and began to feel slightly bad about destroying Midnight... Luckily, she only was in a cell. Her people were free now and enjoyed living without their tyrant.
...Still... What now?
She never wanted to get in fight again. She wished she could just solve her problems with hugs and talking instead, sighing to herself before taking another bite.
Hope had fulfilled the journal and her duty... What now...?