Minerva knew to herself that she is brave. Brave enough to protect herself and brave enough to discover new things about her world.
Terram is the land that is known for its powerless citizens. Their land has no magic, enchantments and spe...
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-Minerva-
Life indeed will give you a lot of challenges.
But what the fuck dude. I never knew that it would be a lot that I could even start a freaking game show.
I breath out my lungs as I saw the three silver coins lying in my palm.
I know that I looked helpless with my dingy clothing but atleast I still have the courage to live a life.
I wiped my imaginary tears because that thoughts earning a sideway glances from the bypassers. Some gave me disgusted looks that made me remember someone.
Ah! That devil Tatiana.
My cousin Tatiana accused me for stealing five silvers and cast me out of the stall where we are selling alcoholic potions.
That store is my only home since they never gave me the chance to live in a normal house. I am their cousin but I feel more like a server.
Tatiana and her brother Grethel are too selfish and ingrate. My parents helped them when they are in need. My parents loved them as if they were their own. Those two are spawns of evil.
I can feel Aunt Cassandra's disappointment from after life because of her daughter and son.
I am mad and worried about myself at the same time. I never had the big chance to know the world when I was young since Tatiana never let me go outside the storage room unless she is not available to get some ingredients for the potions or it's already night and the stores are already closed.
I lived in the storage room arranging the potions base on the alchoholic potion's color and smell. I am 20 years old now but I never learned anything besides that.
I hated Tatiana for everything and even now for claiming that I stole five silvers.
I only stole three! That is a horrendous accusation right? I don't know if other people are satistified with a piece of bread and one glass of milk a day but myself is not sustained by it. I grabbed the oppurtunity to steal silver and get away with that life. 9 years of despair is enough.
If I only knew that this would happen, I would have stolen five silvers rather than three. I even have some contusions in my cheeks. Her hands are too big and it collided with my cheeks earlier.
What a wasted cheek.
I touched my swollen cheeks and hissed in pain.
I sighed for the 20th time and then sat in the stoned bench near to the stall selling baked goods.
I stared blankly at the passing child who's licking that piece of heaven called bread.
