Arya

I sat on the boulder, my armor heavy and stained with the dirt and grime of countless battles. My sword lay across my lap, its once brilliant blade now tarnished and dull. I stared at the ground, lost in a sea of thoughts. 'What is the point of all this? ' I wondered, feeling the weight of my exhaustion settle over me as my ears pinned down towards my head and my tail laid limp beside me.

The road stretched out before me, but I felt no urge to continue. The recognition I craved, the gratitude I sought, seemed always just out of reach. 'Why do I keep going?' I questioned, the anger and frustration boiling within me. My fingers traced the nicks and fractures in my armor, each one a reminder of a battle fought, a life saved, yet I felt so alone.