After Enja had stormed out of the room, it became eerily silent. The only sound one could hear was the fire place. Ellora stood still, staring at the now closed door. Would Enja ever forgive her? Regret filled her heart. Her eyes began to sting and in a blink of an eye, she let herself fall down to her knees. Heavy sobs broke trough the quiet room.

Ellora had always been a strong woman. But now? She was but a shell of what she always seemed to be. She regretted her actions, she truely did. But what could one have done in the moment she was in so many years ago? She couldn‘t have killed him. No one in their right mind would‘ve been able to kill their own husband, the love of their life.

In just mere minutes Ellora‘s life had crumbled to the ground. Azero was back, causing destruction in Erokona. And no one knew how to stop him. If she had killed him back then, their life‘s wouldn’t be at risk now. If she just could’ve been strong enough.

Enja, her own daughter, blamed her. She blamed her for everything that had happened. Because of her stupidity and selfishness Blaine was now dead, her own blood, her son. The pain was unbearable. She felt as if a thousand knifes were being stabbed into her being. But she could not do anything. She could not fix this.