I THINK HELL IS SOMETHING
YOU CARRY AROUND WITH YOU ALL THE TIME, NOT A PLACE WHERE YOU GO
YOU CARRY AROUND WITH YOU ALL THE TIME, NOT A PLACE WHERE YOU GO
Admittedly, Tess was having a god-awful day. She had no qualms admitting to herself when things were not going the right way; today, everything seemed to be falling apart. The slayer had to keep her white and blue striped head held high, in case anyone was watching. It wouldn't do to depress others on account of her own misfortune.
Earlier, the young mage had expected to have a fantastic time at the beach. Unfortunately, right as she had stepped onto the sand, she had witnessed a terrible sight. A boy of no more than eight or nine had stepped on a seashell and cut his foot. While a minor injury, the salt water and sand had been driven into the open wound, rendering it extraordinarily painful to the child.
Of course, Tess had stepped in. With violet eyes brimming with bright, unshed tears, she had helped the boy with all of her might before fleeing the scene in case his parents disapproved and sought to track her down. The pale haired dragon slayer was not afraid of their wrath; she had only done what was right. Regardless, even if she loved helping people, it was upsetting that she was needed.
One day, she dreamed, there would be a world without such every day suffering.