And I smiled.
But a priestess doesn’t need to be the strongest. She needs to be the one who gets up last. i won't lose! ~30 days a priestess
I reached through the glass—and shattered it with my bare hands. And I smiled
I pressed my palm to the cold altar stone, feeling the old magic flicker—weak, starving, but still alive. “I won’t lose,” I whispered. “Not in thirty days. Not ever.” feeling the old magic flicker—weak
“You think I came here perfect?” I asked my reflection. “I came here hungry. I came here bleeding. I came here with nothing but thirty dawns of refusing to stay down.”