Sara stared at the dead body at her feet with no emotions, not knowing what to exactly feel, it was strange, unsettling in a weird way, for she had never thought it to be that…easy! Her old self would have never thought about killing anyone, not even the priest who tried to rape her or the demons who abused her, nevertheless, she knew that in her query for vengeance she will end up taking some lives, but she never gave the matter much thought, that her, the harmless girl, would one day possess not just the strength, but the drive to kill. Not that she regrated it, the bastard at her feet deserved to die in a slower and more painful way, it was just, strange! it was not hard, it wasn't problematic, it didn’t take any planning or second thoughts, it just happened, just as easy, she simply curled her long fingers around the old man's neck and squeezed, and that was it, the man died... It felt weird, how frail l

Sara thought back about the time she had spent with Dahlia, the way the little girl made her feel again, it was faint but it was still there in her heart that was completely numb before her, for the past week Sara didn't feel that emptiness and numbness, she had a purpose beside revenge, she had someone to take care of, someone who needed her and that feeling warmed up the ice inside her a little, she wasn't that bitter about the world anymore, well, not all of it at least.Putting the large rock on the grave, Sara stared at the scene around her, the large tree on the top of the green hill, and all the flowers she planted around the grave, Dahlia would have loved it here, she thought, the little girl loved sunshine and spring, Sara wasn't able to heal her but she was able to give her as very peaceful end, she knew that the girl was in a better place, somewhere without pain and sadness, for a moment, Sara wished she can join her, for them both to walk holding hands into that p

Sara didn't know much about her powers from the very start, she had no idea how to fully awaken her divine blood, not even what exactly were those powers she possessed, she knew that it was more than just her physical strength and sharp senses, Gods must have more strength than just that , Hell, even the demons had more than just strong and fast bodies with absolute senses, she would feel it sometimes, a veiled power steering inside her, but she didn't know how to reach it, how to unveil that force and use it, there was one passive skill that she mastered though, it was related to the aura's she was sensing, the moment she get close to those auras, their light start pouring into her, she understood this ability to be the life absorption Eren talked about, the one the Gods used to steal life from others, her aura, the silver one felt somehow like the origin of the other small auras, once exposed to each other, the bit would reach to the all, the part would return to the origin, and a

“Sara...''Eren whispered, breathed, yelled, or maybe just said the name in his head, he had no idea, everything around him stopped, the time stopped, the noises stopped, the movements stopped, his brain stopped, he even doubted that for a second his heart stopped, he was still standing but he couldn’t feel his legs, he didn't know whether to believe his eyes or not, she was right there, the why of his sleepless nights, the tormentor of his heart and mind, standing in the same corridor, in the same world, different then the last time he saw her, her long silver hair was short and inky black, almost as black as his, she looked slightly taller, her body was more mature and feminine, her scars were as vivid as they were the night she got them, she was wrapped in dark clothes, she wasn't a fan of the color before which was strange, she always loved the lively colors of nature, he didn't care though, none of these things mattered to him, no matter how she looked she wa

Sara left the room with steady steps, her shoulders pulled back and her head held high, her eyes dry from tears and emotions, even though she was everything but steady inside, her feelings were all over the place, her heart was going wild with all the mixed up emotions, and her head summoned all of the fucked up thoughts and memories, all at once, all mixed up and unorganized, the dance at the ball, the last meeting on the edge of the dark forest, the cell she was kept on, the demoness who tortured her, the things that demoness said, the first time he kissed her, and the last time too, the time in his room, the time in his villa, the times by the river, the first time she met him, the things he said to her, for a moment she lost all differentiation between what was real and what was not, for a moment everything looked like a cruel joke, and she didn’t know what to believe and what to not, raising her hand to her face, she touched her scars, the four long groo