For the millionth time in her short life she felt so damned weak. And over time, she had grown to hate nothing as much as this feeling.
But this time, this time would be different. It was the turning point; she'd had enough, refusing to feel weak much longer.
She started lifting greater weights, and climbing higher mountains. She learned to fight and keep a steady hand. There were no dangers she did not learn the secrets of, no shadows she did not learn how to take advantage of.
In the end, however, she discovered the truth. She had never been weak; she just didn't know how to recognize her strength.
Author's Note: Already halfway through the first prompt challenge! How are you guys enjoying it so far?
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Short StoryMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
