[[ Skoll ]]

I was supposed to be the protector, but I was a failure...

She looked at the shard in her hand and frowned. It hit something hard in her chest, that made her nose flare and a sudden white hot rage burn beneath her sternum. No, no she would not be a failure. She wasn't a failure. She'd protect them, all of them. Her fingers curled around the shard, gripping so hard the sharp edges cut into her skin. The pain cut through the rage and she snapped back to reality.

That was not her, and would never be her. Just a memory.

Without a word, Skoll stalked into the night.

[[ Exit ]]