I need help... I need to tell someone. The young woman thinks as she leaves the pony shaking heavily, she slowly makes her way down towards the scholars stair. Fortunately the time of day or rather night keeps her hidden from unwanted gazes and pity.
They won't understand. A deep voice resonates in her mind as the pain from every scar flairs up, she doubles over only just barely able to keep standing, she fights through it and hobbles her way to the bottom of the stairs, dreading the climb.
