HELA
I stood in the balcony of my room, staring at the massive gardens of our Palace that stretched for miles. The Sun was setting, painting the sky in pretty shades of orange, red, yellow and purple. I tried to smile at the way the colors mixed with each other, and the soft, cotton-like clouds that gently floated across, but I couldn't. I don't think I ever could.
A sigh left my lips, and I lowered my gaze, to the large rble fountain in the centre of our garden. The sound of his laugh still rang in my ears every evening, and every night, the sound of his screams did.
No tears formed in my eyes anymore. It had stoppped happening a couple of years ago, but the suffocating emptiness that filled my chest instead was much worse. And I'd filled it, with the burning need for vengeance, with t
