The way the people of Solgrim had relied on her too, as if she were a strong member of their community. She hadn't minded that so much either. When Greeves had taken charge in Oliver's name, of course Nila was there as well, to step in and ensure that the slimy merchant didn't abuse his power. After all, who else was there to keep him in place?
She was so certain then. She had felt so strong. She could hold her head up with pride. Oliver – that same boy called Beam – had become a nobleman of some renown, and had done extremely well at the Academy, but Nila could still hold her head up high when she spoke to him, and she had been confident that she used her own years well.
But then it had continued to spiral. A storm, and another storm, and then perhaps a storm that encompassed them all. Was it the same story, or a different one – the same road, or a different road that they had glided to?
