The name they gave me.

Once upon a time, there was such things as happy endings. But not anymore. When they invaded, our village lost our freedom and our hope, like all the other villages they had attacked.

And then the sickness came. Most the women did not survive, excluding the elders and half the village's children too. The men were put to work by our captors, farming, building, whatever they were told, and the children; they were all lost without their mothers. As the oldest girl in the village I remembered everything the soldiers did to my people. They were merciless and brutal and for that, my whole village resented the king that now ruled over us.

But I was torn when I was given the choice to make a difference and set my village free. The cost was that I would never truly be free myself