Ocean of Ink (The Obsidian Academy Duet #1)

Year 817, Week 17 Marina （Fifteen years old）

It is foolish to dream while trapped in a nightmare. And yet, I cannot help but do so as I consider my future. Is it possible that I will be allowed some measure of happiness in this life? Would I be capable of tasting joy in the wake of all my pain and grief?

Heron says that hope is the anchor that helps you weather the storms of life. I used to believe him, but lately hope feels much more like a blade without a handle. I cannot grasp it without earning a scar.

I am made of scars.