Something bubbled in Kendra.
It wasn't despair or hopelessness but something more.
Something positive.
When her eyes anchored over and targeted the knight teasing her hero, Kendra took a heavy grasp on the blue magic in her hand and sprinted around the knight. Taking deep breaths, she had to realize that the magic she possessed was her gift.
The only gift she had other than her birth.
Without it, Kendra would have been just a typical human like all the other dwellers in The World of Gincad. As she sprinted, Kendra thought.
(I know I'm nothing compared to this creature… but…) Kendra struggled to keep her positive thoughts. The tragedies in her mind began to grapple her vigorously, causing her brain to suffocate under the influence of her thoughts.
She knew her stance in the situation. Even with her magic, Kendra would have just been a tiny droplet among the thousands in the darkness.
