Wild Berry Meadow Gentle Giant

Everyone, yes. Everyone suffered loss. But no one, at least in her eyes, as much as Maegi. The bodies kept stacking up; the list of missing grew longer with each moon. And yet, still she lived, in spite of it all. Why her and not her son? Her friend? Her uncle, her mentor, her father?

You believe in yourself, Maegi repeated, struggling to grasp the concept. Once, she'd had faith in herself. She believed she was on the right path. Pious little Maegi, serving the Melonii gods, guarding her beloved forest.

No more. Too much had gone wrong. So she believed Wraen must have had quite the charmed life to still believe in herself, and not anything beyond that.

Well, best of luck with that, she continued after a pause, not without wryness in her voice. Still, it was something to ponder. Maybe good fortune would return to her if the faith she'd once had in herself could be cultivated again. She didn't know how to go about doing that, but. . . Maybe. Just maybe. You're very positive, after all that's happened.