X. Achilles of the Myrmidons
Her breathing is soft and slow, and her eyelids flutter as she dreams.
She sleeps peacefully now, but I cannot leave her side – the memory of her nightmares are still seared into my mind.
When I first met her, I almost never heard her voice at all, except for the darkest nights when she woke screaming for her family. Her voice would shatter the thick silence of our campground, and her empty eyes blazed to life, full of terror and desperation.
But I swear there's hope left in those eyes, and I am filled with joy as I watch it burn brighter day by day.
She is beautiful, clever, and kind, and I live for the day when her eyes will sparkle like I know they once must have. And though I realize she will always remember the relics of her past, I hope that I can be her future.
