Inveitable of Mia

Mia.
She struggles through every waking moment, the glass shatters with just a touch or the most delicate fingers.

Mia.
Tired of listening to the fighting of everyone around her.
Tired of knowing that everyone is using her.

Mia.
Is a tool.
But she will not be used, ever again.

She runs away from home, in hopes of finding help, watch her find her way, fufill her destiny...

To see the land she dreamed of. A land where she'd be happy, a land where it was serene and bliss...

But even the brightest tools in the box-aren't trustworthy...
Talking to strangers can't hurt, right?