What seemed like the gentle sunlight pricked Elena's delicate eyes, she followed immediately by blocking the light with her non-dominant hand, and turned her head to the side. She wanted to stay in bed a little longer, she had almost given up on hope, yet she couldn't because of who she was - the blessed one. Selfishly, she seldom hopes that she was just another common tribe girl, a girl that just helped at home, not someone pressured with the tribe's fate in their own isolated, hands. What seemed like a gift to most people, seemed like a curse to her. Will the goddess be upset at her preposterous thoughts? She was gracious for her ability to manipulate ice, but she also wanted to live a carefree life. Like what the Elders had always said, great powers comes with great responsibility, and Elena didn't know if she could handle such immense responsibilities all by herself. She was praised by her people, her status was close to of the goddess. However, she understood that the people liked her because of her powers, not because of who she truly was. Elena loved to do charity work, and she would be more than willingly to sacrifice herself, for the better of the tribe, but now that it really comes down to it, she was afraid. She was just a young teenage girl, that craved companionship and attention. Confrontation wasn't something she was talented at, everyone seemed so happy, they all carried high hopes of Elena finding the cure, she couldn't possibly decline the High Priestess' request. She was the tribe's best shot on retrieving "true ice", and someone needed to suffer for the tribe to be happy, and that person is her. Everyone relied on her, if she had given up, who else could the tribe possibly rely on? Her deep thoughts were distracted by her sudden urge to pee, she staggered out of her silk sheets, and relieved herself.

The mirror reflected luscious, jet-black hair, and aquamarine eyes, equipped with dark circles from last night's late reading. She had stayed up all night, researching on books she retrieved from the library on the topic of "true ice". Still, all of her hard work had been for nothing, yet again. Nothing remotely close related to said topic had yet to come up. She had been told by her landlord that she needed to live a little, to enjoy her life, even a tiny bit. However, the landlord couldn't not possibly fathom the pressure Elena was under, hundreds of lives all depended on her. She had a simple breakfast again, the same as yesterday, and the day before: toast and bread. She was limited on finances, the tribe had limited funding, they had already gathered all the remaining supplies they had for her adventure. The tribe had really bet everything on Elena, which was understandable why Elena was so worried about failure, because she simply couldn't.

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