Bitter aftertaste

by Haku880

The final stand must be made. While struggling to avenge the untimely death of her community, our heroine must learn to forgive, forget, and find love among the most unlikely people.

The night was cold and bitter. The strong wind was whipping up a storm, making even the barest amount of rain sting any skin left unprotected.

Amidst it all, a young girl no more that seven years of age stumbled feebly, tripping over her own feet. Her clothes soaked through, eyes downcast, and limbs lying limply at her side. The neighborhood she was in was stricken with poverty just a few weeks ago, when the plague broke out. Now, only one was left. She was the sole survivor of the deadly disease.

The girl paused briefly from her woozy wandering, her luminescent green eyes flashing like a cats before returning to their natural black color. Suddenly, her exhausted form crumpled to the ground in a messy heap. But the rain kept coming.