(I really really shouldn’t make an attempt on this right now. But I decided to go with a further past memory that doesn’t hurt so much for her. Only to realize when I took the pictures I had the wrong bow equipped. XD Oops.)

Destiney sat up in bed, hand to her forehead. Just a dream. Or nightmare honestly. Though the nightmare held less sway over her then it once did. The sharpness of the memory had grown dull with time and those who cared making her stronger.

Her hand touched the spot on her chest that had nearly been her death. She had been so foolish back then. Allowing the pain and sorrow to consume her heart. Seeking the embrace of death at the hands of enemies.

Bare feet touched the cold floor as she climbed out of bed. Her steps carried her over towards the table on the other side of the room. Hands closed around the glittering green stone. Fingers tracing over the symbol engraved upon it. A faint smile turning up her lips.

So much pain that day. Both physical and mental. The scars left behind were healing. Slowly but healing.

(I know it doesn’t exactly touch into the actual event itself an I’m sorry. I kind of already wrote the situation she is remembering back when I was doing backstory for her. So the actual situation is here in story. An I don’t want to touch upon any of the more recent situations right now but this has been sitting here long enough.)

(Thanks! @neoma-eltanin )

Memories