The day of the finals arrived, and from where Isadora stood, she could feel the earth tremble from the cheers coming from the arena.
Isadora's nerves worked her to the core. She was unable to leave her room although she had prepared.
She hadn't spoken to Rav since that day and he had already left for the arena. Maybe he was sad because she still wanted to go through it. She disappointed him again.
The idea of that only fueled her distress.
Isadora walked back and forth, her fingers fidgeting. To ease her anxiety, she wrapped her hair in a bun multiple times to make it tight, did her bracers five times, and checked if she was carrying her swords.
But this was stalling time, ignorant, to the fact that she had chosen this path.
To become something… more. To defy her impure blood and prove to everyone she was every bit of Fae.
Yet, the moment she had awaited came forth and she couldn't go through with it.
