DARK SISTER POV
I knew I shouldn’t be festering on it. I knew I needed to let it go and stop wallowing, but how can I?
When my sisters and I died, we died together. Selene and I were cut down that day side by side, while our elder sister, the strong and brave warrior spirit of us all, rushed out ahead in an attempt to fight off the pillagers of our small village.
The ninth century was harsh, and most would never understand that even though they strived for more rights each and every day, when my sisters and I were alive, our only right was to breathe, but even then, it was with purpose. We worked on the farm for our parents, took care of the house, and prepared for a marriage arranged by our father.
When the pillagers rode into our village, we did not stand a chance. We weren’t soldier
