Strategizing For Battle

A gush of dumbfounded silence swept over the room. River stood tall, feeling the weight of their confused and pitiful gaze heavy on her. They were wrong. She had no idea why she grew so protective when Echo was being judged wrongly.

Perhaps, it was just her pain for also judging Echo wrongly for over seven years herself. It was because she had been too blinded by fury and revenge that she could not consider the fact that perhaps, it was a rogue throwing stones and toying with her and her sister’s memories.

How couldn't she have figured it wasn't the real Echo? That the real Echo had been murdered? The betrayer whom she had loathed for years had been herself. She was the betrayer. She had betrayed Echo. Would her ghost ever forgive her?

As she looked in front of her, looking at the responsibilities her parents and sister had left for her, River’s heart was overfilled with protectiveness. These were her people, even if they didn't recognize her yet. She had to convince them, for their