2. “EXILE”
Torn from her family, her world. Ripped through time and space, face to face with an insurmountable impassé.
追放
Mina stumbled towards the shore, bleeding profusely from the head and the shoulder. A shrill ringing persisted, spiking from her left temple into her right ear. She coughed blearily as the pulsations continued, shooting sharp, resonant bolts of pain throughout the inside of her skull.
How could this have happened? She thought to herself. Where were the guards?
She had returned to desolation; to utter destruction. The palace was destroyed, ransacked. The smell of fresh blood was almost more nauseating than the sight.
Nothing was left, not even the children.
As Mina fell to her knees, another explosion racked the palace once more, sending the princess reeling.
Mina shuddered as she suddenly came to.
Covered in debris, bloodied and battered, Mina lunged upward as she woke, gasping for air.
The grief was gone. Instead, it was replaced with an immutable anger. She trembled as she looked at the destruction all around her and let out a muffled, anguished scream.
Nothing greeted her in return.
There was nothing left.
Gathering herself, she trudged on out of the palace, limping into the vast, sprawling red sand.
Sobbing as she fell forward onto her knees, Mina solemnly vowed for vengeance. As the tears continued to stream down her face, into the hot sand, Mina’s fists clenched.
She would find those responsible, and make them pay.