Slightly battered, deeply bruised, and tired of the strained days. Certainly she had the right to give up, or give in, to toss out whatever fight she had left within. But she refused. She knew it a fool fateg to quit after she'd made it this far. And she instead, felt compelled to pick herself back up. Brush the dust off her spirits, and with the slightest of smiles, decided that this place, right here, this place is the perfect place to start a story from. The story of who she could become.
