Helena was still holding her uncle's body when, along with Pedro, she landed on the ground, shaken and exhausted. She held the cold body tightly, as if it might come back, as if she wanted to keep him in this world for at least one more second.

Pedro continued to cry on the ground, increasingly assuming a position similar to a fetal one, only lying down. He was simply so tired of seeing scenes like this. But... who was he kidding? Only himself for being a fool; he would continue to witness these deaths, one after another. It was all his fault. His existence only caused suffering to others; Margareth was right all along, Pedro was a mistake, useless, and incapable.

Without saying a single word, Helena stood up, picked up her uncle's lifeless body in her arms, and began to walk, with a closed expression and tears still streaming down her face. She didn't think about talking to Pedro; to be honest, she didn't even remember he was there at that moment. She simply walked past the crying young man, leaving him there alone, as everyone always did with him.

She didn't know where she was going, to be honest; she was just walking aimlessly, thinking about nothing, looking at nothing. She just cried and walked in an empty way. Or almost empty, right? Because deep down, there was something there, a monstrous beast that only thought about destroying, killing, and taking everything she could have for a happy life. That was and wasn't part of Helena; it was part of her being, but she didn't want that side, though it seemed to be much stronger than she was able to control. Helena was lost. There was no way to save herself or those around her.

Pedro was destined to destroy everyone he encountered. Helena was destined to destroy everyone she encountered.

What a miserable pair, don't you think?

Helena walked and walked until she finally found the other four. Emily, Lysa, John, and Stuart, as dejected as when she left them. It turns out the dark virtue had truly brought traumas they wished they could have left behind. Deep down, she knew they wouldn't be able to leave them behind, so she wanted to make sure they didn't forget what they still hadn't resolved. What still needed to be dealt with.

The reaction of the four was unanimous upon seeing the body. They couldn't believe it, didn't want to believe it. Lysa would have vomited again if she hadn't already done so with Clark. It's true, Clark had also died, and the child had just frozen, watching it happen without being able to do anything. While Pedro and James managed to move for the fight, the child remained on the ground writhing, perhaps if she had gone with them, she might have helped. Maybe if she wasn't so weak, so incompetent, so shaken, so childish, so foolish, she could have helped. She should be different; she should be able to do something, she should be perfect. She was aware of her mistakes, so why couldn't she just improve? Why couldn't she mature? Would she always remain this failure?

Emily was afraid of that happening to her one day. She was afraid of dying. Afraid of not being able to grow up, be happy, have more friends, someday get married. She was terrified of the idea that she might never be happy. Of the idea that her fate was to die for the good of everyone. Especially with that truth she received, that damned truth. That undeniable fact she wished she could forget but couldn't. Knowing that her whole purpose was to be a target, knowing that due to a stupid mistake, a small accident, and childish carelessness, she had become one of the targets of such a powerful enemy.

John was shaken by another person's death but couldn't say he was close to the man; he barely talked to anyone in that camp. Yes, James took care of him when he got sick, but it was just a logical function; you take care of injured guards. There was no reason to get attached, even though James was the kindest man John had ever known. Even though John felt something seeing him dead... Damn, why was he crying? He didn't cry; he wasn't like that. Why did his heart hurt so much? Even before James died, when that black color hit his heart, he felt a fear, an unease, something he hadn't felt in years and didn't want to feel.

Feeling hurt too much. The archer was sure of that; he wanted to return to his logical world, to go back to his corner. He didn't belong to that group; he had no reason to be there. HE SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN INVOLVED IN THAT MESS AT ALL. HE SHOULDN'T HAVE FOUGHT. COME SO CLOSE TO DEATH. HE SHOULDN'T BE CRYING, SO STOP CRYING. The archer turned and began to walk away.

"John? Where are you going?" Stuart asked, holding his friend's arm, preventing him from leaving.

"Leaving. I've had enough of all this drama."

"Drama," such a silly word but so heavy in this circumstance. Helena would tell him a thousand things about that attitude if she didn't punch him... That is, if the girl had the strength or even the will to lecture him.

"Man, is that something you say to someone who just lost someone?"

"Damn it, Stuart, I don't want to know. I don't even know why you care so much about her feelings; you two never even had a direct conversation. She's nothing to you just as you're nothing to her. Or now that she's joined the mourning club, have you become best friends?"

"WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM, MAN? YOU DON'T EVEN SEEM LIKE YOURSELF, JOHN." The archer agreed; he didn't feel like himself, especially because he was feeling too much. He was angry and didn't know how to deal with it; his emotions were always controlled, measured, always so... pragmatic. But now he felt like a tornado was passing through his soul; he felt suffocated, furious, and explosive.

"I DON'T WANT TO KNOW!" John shouted, really SHOUTED, aggressively, violently, with his veins bulging and eyes wide open, the most intense display of emotion he had ever shown in his life. "I JUST WANT TO BE ALONE! LEAVE ME ALONE! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT YOU!"

Stuart couldn't say anything. He had never seen that side of the archer. He never had to deal with or talk to that side of the archer; he was left speechless as he watched his friend walk away.

"You'd better go too," said a new voice in his head. No, it was a familiar voice, Clark's voice, as the ghost of the redhead appeared beside him with an arrogant smile. "You want to leave too, so you should go."

"Quiet, you're just my heart talking to me."

"Exactly, you want to go. Think about it; staying close to that girl means waking up, day and night, afraid she'll hurt you. You saw her bloodstained arm; you know she was the one who killed him. If she did that to her own uncle, what's stopping her from doing it to you too? Especially now that you've decided to live for her and for yourself. Are you really going to risk staying here?"

"I... well..."

"Why do you think it's me giving you this information and not another ghost? Maybe because you feel bad thinking this way, you feel like a loser, and don't want to admit that, deep down, you feel like that. Hahaha, you've spent all this time saying Lindsay was your only goal, but you're selfish, Stuart; you only think about your own happiness, as if you deserve it."

Stuart turned, horrified, watching the girl with her familiar, remembering him and his familiar. But still, he couldn't move to help because there was a chance she might trap him...

He couldn't find meaning in his own life while worrying about taking care of others. So, with hesitant steps, he also moved away into the woods.

Leaving Helena, two children, and a body behind.

"Get up, Emily," Lysa ordered her friend after finally gathering the strength to move. But the other still didn't have the same strength, so in response, Lysa grabbed her by the ear and forced her to stand up. "I SAID GET UP!"

"Ouch, ouch, Lysa, IT HURTS."

"YES, THAT'S THE POINT, YOU IDIOT! STOP LAYING THERE LIKE A FOOL; WE DON'T HAVE TIME TO SIT AROUND HERE. WHAT IF SOMEONE ELSE ATTACKS US? WE NEED TO GO. COME ON, GET UP AND BE USEFUL. WE NEED TO DIG A GRAVE FOR JAMES AND THEN WE CAN LEAVE! COME ON, HELP ME!"

Emily, hesitantly, obeyed, knowing that if she didn't, she'd get hit. She followed her sister's instructions and started digging with her own hands alongside her. The two didn't realize how hard the ground was and that it would take hours, digging with their bare hands.

Little by little, Helena's awareness returned; she realized she was alone, watching the two dig... alone... alone? ALONE? PEDRO, damn, and that curse? Did she have it too?

"No." Helena ran through the forest searching for the priest. He would understand what she was going through, and she could understand him; they could help each other and... and... and... there was no one at the place they had been. Pedro was no longer there. He had also disappeared. "No... Pedro, please, don't go..." The woman was completely desperate and alone, continuing to run through the underbrush in search of him, indifferent to the branches cutting her face or the wind freezing her cheeks. Her legs were trembling, wanting to give way. She was solely focused on... she didn't even know... she just wanted him there because he might understand her. In her mind, she begged, pleaded, begged.

But pleas are of no use to the wind. She fell to the ground, unable to walk any further. Lying on the earth, she curled up and cried. Tears that could not wash away her bitterness, only increase it, torment it. No one would come to lend her a hand to get up, her uncle was no longer there to guide, argue, or console her. Clark was not there. No one was there.

"Please don't leave me alone. I don't know how to deal with this feeling of being alone. I don't know how I can handle this alone... someone... anyone... I'M HERE!" But no one heard her scream, no one came for her cry, and she remained dirty and miserable in body, mind, and soul. Begging, and begging, and begging, and begging... and begging... and begging...

For it was all she had left to do. Who could help her?

"I see you." A voice responded. Helena lifted her face from the ground and saw a monk staring at her.

The monk.

Do you know? A long time ago, there was nothing, just darkness. But at some point in the middle of this darkness, spheres began to appear. How? It's not for us to know; they may have emerged because they needed to... OK, I know, it's the second time I'm narrating this, it's a drag for me too. But what fault do I have if all stories originate from this tale?

But you know, there's a mistake in this story, even though it's been told twice before. The part where 'all the spheres collided' might not be entirely accurate. Because one of them did not participate in that stunning collision, as it was different from the others, and no, my friend, it's not one of the 20 virtues you know, after all, I never said there are ONLY 20 spheres.

That's right, there was a twenty-first virtue. This sphere, unlike the others, did not rush but moved calmly across the face of the abyss. This virtue was special because it carried destiny, sanctity, spirit, order, and precisely because it did not participate in the explosion that created the universe, the universe was not one with it. To be honest, when the virtues collided, everything should have ended right then; they should have destroyed each other, but this virtue guided chaos into order.

This virtue observed the world's history unfolding, never intervening too much to not devalue the free will of other beings, but never being completely indifferent. Precisely because of its sanctity, this virtue was the only one incorruptible by evil. For it was pure sanctity.

Without it, there would be nothing, but it was also not part of the whole, and it respected the decisions coming from other beings, whether virtuous or influenced by evil. If the world is natural, then it is fair to say that this virtue represents the supernatural. Even when making its intentions clear on paper, it remains a virtue so difficult for man to interpret.

Now, why don't we return to the present? When this same virtue, once again, presents itself to a Helena fallen on the ground.

"You..." I wonder how you read this word. Do you imagine Helena saying it with anger? With weakness? Tenderness? Hope? With the Helena you've seen so far, is there another answer besides anger? After all, before her stands the one who knows best how to get on the girl's nerves. "WHAT DO YOU WANT NOW? HAVEN'T YOU TAKEN ENOUGH FROM ME?"

"What have I taken from you?" That tone of voice, that expression, as always he was... so unbearable, so calm, so serene, as if... all their suffering was small. As if they were small. As if... As he loved to say: "They don't matter."

"YOU STILL ASK? IF IT WERE NOT FOR YOU... WE WOULD NOT BE HERE. IF IT WERE NOT FOR YOU, NONE OF THIS WOULD HAVE HAPPENED. YOU OBVIOUSLY HAVE THE POWER TO MAKE THINGS HAPPEN, SO WHY DON'T YOU? HUMANS SHOULD DEAL WITH HUMAN PROBLEMS? BUT DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT WE ARE INCOMPETENT AND INCAPABLE OF DOING ANYTHING? YOU SHOULD JUST HELP US FOR BEING GOOD AND THAT'S IT. BUT INSTEAD, YOU JUST STAND THERE, JUDGING, WATCHING, DISMISSING, COMMANDING, EVERYTHING EXCEPT ACTING. WHY DON'T YOU DO ANYTHING?"

"So you think that because you don't see me acting, I'm doing nothing? Do you really think I've never been involved? That I've been completely indifferent throughout everything?"

"AND IF THAT'S NOT IT, THEN WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? IF YOU CARE SO MUCH ABOUT US, WHY DON'T YOU JUST SHOW IT? WHERE WERE YOU WHEN..."

"Quiet, Helena." He didn't raise his voice but firmed his tone a bit more, which was enough for the girl to obey. "Who is this that darkens the counsel with words without knowledge? Now you, who like to act like a mature woman, answer the questions I ask. Where were you when the world was created? Or when everything formed into what it is today? You, who know so much about how someone should act or not, who do you think I am? For understand that you are like a chicken tossed into a hurricane, mistakenly believing you can fly because you are keeping up with the wind, but deep down you are just gliding, guided by it. Where was I? Here, there, over there, yonder, in all compass points, in every sea, continent, and country, I am everywhere, especially now that one of my parts has gone mad, by the hands of fools, I must say. If you think that I really just stood there watching, that I never influenced anything or helped you, it's because you are foolish. For if I were not here, you would not have won a single battle."

"But then... why? Why did they die if we were just doing what you asked?"

"Don't blame me for the consequences of the actions of the wicked. I don't make anyone immune to them. And for the good ones, the role they needed to fulfill, they have already fulfilled. I'm not going to pamper you if that's what you want to know. I will act when I want to act, and I will remain silent when I want to."

"Who are you anyway?" She asked, no, pleaded, tired, confused, worn out, and oppressed.

"The same as Lailyá and all the other virtues. Virtues are not many; they are one. This one is virtuous, but if you step out of the virtue of how it should be, you will be vulnerable to evil. It would be much simpler if all my parts were fused into a single being, but I believe that in this universe, it would end up interfering with the point. I am nothing, but from me came everything. You carry a part of me, and yet, you are nothing like me. You have not yet fulfilled your purpose, Helena."

"Huh? How not? We defeated the generals and restored everything."

"My word was: 'You must find the other 3 saviors and, together, you must kill the abomination.' Lily is not dead so your mission is not over."

"I DON'T WANT TO KNOW. TO HELL WITH YOU AND YOUR MISSION! I DIDN'T ASK FOR ANY OF THIS! WHY SHOULD I FULFILL A CALLING FOR SOMETHING I DID NOT VOLUNTEER FOR?"

"If you don't want to, don't do it. I'm not going to take away your choice."

"GOOD, NOW GET OUT OF MY WAY! I DON'T WANT TO LOOK AT YOUR FACE, I DON'T WANT TO HEAR YOUR VOICE ANYMORE. LEAVE ME ALONE." In her rage, Helena drew her sheathed sword from her waist and threw it at the monk's lap. "TAKE THIS AND DISAPPEAR. TAKE YOUR MYSTERIES. TAKE YOUR 'HELP' AND LEAVE. I DON'T NEED OR WANT YOU WITH ME, GO AWAY!"

"Is that what you really want?" He asked her with those strange eyes, staring as if invading her mind, as if he already knew the answer, as if he knew much more about her than she did herself. And at the same time, it was such an innocent look, such a humble look, as if the question was genuine and he didn't know the answer. What a confusing being to human understanding, asking a question already knowing the answer. What a terrifying and yet so gentle being. "Helena, do you really want me to abandon you?"

"I..." But before she could respond, he vanished in the blink of an eye. Leaving the girl feeling empty, ignored, and so angry. "... I don't know..." Now that she believed she was alone again, her aggression faded, along with all her strength. "... I don't know what I want... I just want the pain to stop..."

Meanwhile.

Lalá found herself alone in the hall once again, gathering the virtues in one place while surrounding them with rocks and stones she controlled. The virtue tried to act as if at peace, but her hand still trembled. Just because she felt hope didn't mean she was confident.

It was time to act; she knew that, but her opponent was so troublesome. Could she really be able to...

"Hihihi, hey, hey..."

Yep, she's here. Good luck, Lalá.

Lalá felt a shiver, still facing away, she took a deep breath. Slowly turning around, putting on the most determined expression she could, to face what could easily be her reflection in the mirror. The only difference was their expressions: Lalá's brow was furrowed, her sweaty hands clasped in front of her body. Meanwhile, Lily wore a silly, innocent expression, with her hands behind her back.

"New look, little sister?" Lily asked with her casual attitude. "I don't like it, haha. Two white eyes are more my style. If you were that jealous, you could've just told me, hehehe..."

"Lily, we need to talk. About what you've been doing these past few years." After finally managing to pull the trigger to start the moment that would decide everything, Lalá separated her hands, clenching her fists anxiously. Then Lily's relaxed expression turned into one of shock as she covered her mouth with her hands.

"Oh my gosh, did I do something wrong, little sister?"

"Don't play dumb, Lily!" Lalá confronted, this time not holding back. Lily lowered her hands, revealing a small, malicious smile.

"Oh, I'm sorry, little sister, that's more your style, isn't it? You did it for so many years that I was tempted to try it, hehehe."

"Yes. It's true that I spent a long time not wanting to get involved with the problems you caused. But I've realized that what I did was wrong. I was running away from responsibility, I was afraid to try, and above all, I didn't want to confront you."

"Confront me? But why would you do that? Lalá, if you're not clearer, I won't be able to understand what you're saying." Again, she exuded innocence, switching masks with such ease and naturalness that I wouldn't be surprised if anyone got confused and started believing she was just a fool.

"Lily, I know you think you're doing the right thing. I know you prioritize us as the ultimate power, but what you're doing is madness. You're spreading despair in the name of hope; don't you see how evil that is?"

"Hey, hey, what do you hear?" Lily asked. Lalá knew her sister's games.

"Lily, please, don't start, I..."

"Hey. Hey. what. do. you. hear?" She asked again, cutting off Lalá. This time it was asked slowly, as if she were adding pressure. When her sister remained silent, unsure of how to respond, Lily asked once more, in a whisper, almost singing, "Hey, hey, what do you hear when you stop and listen, Lalá?"

"I-I don't know, sounds?"

"Yay." The girl congratulated, jumping up and down as if she had just received a present from her father. "And what do you see?"

"Images?"

"Good, and breathe?"

"Air?"

"Uh-huh, uh-huh, and feel?"

"I don't know where you're going with this, Lily."

"Hehehe, you've always been dumb, so I'll explain, little sister." After casually insulting her sister as if it were just a minor fact, Lily adjusted her dress as if she were about to start an important school presentation. "Very well, when I stop and listen, I hear voices, hehehe."

"Voices?"

"Don't play dumb. You hear them too."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Lily."

"Hihihi, then let me clarify for you." Lily coughed theatrically, mocking as much as she could, and then continued as sarcastically and mockingly as possible. "'Lalá, do something, you need to stop her.'"

"What?" The girl was caught off guard, but Lily didn't stop there.

"'You have to take action,' 'Lalá, don't do that,' 'Lalá, do this,' 'Lalá, you're half-divine, you can,' 'Lalá! Lalá! Lalá!' Hehehehehehehehehehehe."

"What are you doing?"

"Everyone believes you can and that you will. Ah, sister, how wonderful you are, you've become everyone's beacon. That's what I hear: hope. I see only hope. I breathe only hope. And I feel only hope. So all that effort to make you take action paid off."

"Wait? You planned for me to take action? Was it your fault that woman attacked me, wasn't it? Was this your plan all along?"

"Hahaha, of course! Why do you think I made you walk with the generals? Now imagine everyone's expression when you fall, hihihi. Imagine how desperate and thirsty for a new salvation they will be. That's what I want, this endless cycle of believing in a way out only for it to be destroyed right in front of them, and then persevering for something bigger, and bigger, and bigger."

"So you won't stop? You'll keep pushing this stupid idea of showing them salvation without ever delivering it? You'll keep being cruel? An unreachable hope is a false hope, I hope you know that, Lily. You're a disgrace to what we're supposed to be... I see there's really nothing to argue between us. You've lost your mind."

"And what are you going to do about it, little sister?"

"What I should have done a long time ago. I'm going to stop you." With that, Lalá's eyes glowed, and the general began to float in mid-air. Lily continued to stare at her with her cynical expression, mocking her.

"You know you can't control me, right?"

"Yes, just like you can't manipulate my soul. I don't need to control you, Lily, just defeat you."

"Oh my God." Once again, the mask changed, and now Lily looked pale and perplexed as her body trembled like bamboo. "B-But La-Lalá, you know I don't stand a c-c-chance against you."

"ENOUGH WITH THE GAMES, LILY!" With that command, the ground beneath the corrupted one opened and twisted as if the rocks were planning to devour Lily. The ground folded and closed as if to crush the girl—oh, if only it were that easy.

"Whoa, that was close." Lily commented, now beside her twin, resting one of her elbows on her sister's shoulder as if she were relaxing. "Are you really determined to defeat me, Lalá? But why? You know I have some tricks up my sleeve."

"What are you going to do? Summon one of your monsters against me?" As Lalá spoke, the ground began to shoot rocks at Lily, but with great calm, the girl dodged them all at an inexplicable speed. "You think I don't know what those monsters you unleashed on Earth are? They are the souls of people who failed to become generals, who weren't strong enough, so you just turned them into abominations as distractions. Lily, you used those people who believed in what you said. You didn't keep your word through the false hope you gave them, just like the generals—no, like the deceived. Your plan was always just a spectacle like this."

"And what a spectacle it was, little sister. Can you hear it? For a while, the whole world felt nothing but me, and the heroes who were supposed to stop me are broken and desperate, alone and deluded. Can you hear the tragic situation they're in? We need more, corrupt more, cause more."

Lalá clapped her hands together with all her might, shattering the walls and using all the rocks to form weapons. With another hand movement, all the stone weapons flew toward Lily.

The corrupted one simply snapped her fingers with one hand, and something appeared between her and the attack, protecting her. When Lalá saw what it was, her expression faltered.

"Lily, what does this mean?"

"Hihihi, it's act 2 of my spectacle, sister, or did you really think I'd waste these two like that?" What the child had summoned was, simply, Mother and Father. Except that the two wore kimonos, one wielding a double-bladed spear and the other a halberd. Their expressions completely void. "It took a lot to get hold of these two souls, you know? I spent the last few years modifying them and sharing a bit of my own essence." Saying that, she made a sound as if commanding a dog to attack, and the duo charged at Lalá.

The Father attacked with pure brutality, each move of his strength creating a wind strong enough to affect everything around him. His weapon cut, broke, and destroyed everything without mercy.

The Mother moved with agility; her attacks weren't destructive but well-aimed, hard to follow. Often, the spear seemed to disappear with the movement of its wielder.

Lalá could control all physical matter, but those two carried a bit of Lily, which prevented her from controlling them. She had no choice but to use only the rocks and stones of the cave, trying to create walls, weapons, and attacks.

But the strength of the Father and the speed of the Mother were on par with hers, as he could destroy anything he wanted, and she could dodge them with ease. And Lily just watched with her deadly and venomous smile, like a snake lurking, analyzing, waiting for a small opening to strike. In fact, perhaps Lalá had already given that opening and simply didn't realize it.

"If this continues, I'll get tired with these two and be too weak to deal with Lily..." Lalá began to produce shadows from her hand, engulfing the entire hall in darkness. She then cast a flash of light at her sister; in that total darkness, the sudden light blinded her opponent momentarily, causing both Lily and her two creations to lose their composure as the attack flew in their direction.

"Things are getting dangerous now..." Lily murmured, without losing her smile, as the attack came. "...It's better if I end this fight here, or I'll be in trouble hihihi."

The little child moved her hand, and with that movement, the light and shadows dissipated. The darkness vanished, and the light attack unraveled. Lalá got distracted, confused, trying to understand what had just happened when she felt an intense pain coursing through her entire body. She felt her heart racing with adrenaline, her breathing seeming to fail. She felt stabbing pains throughout her body as well as stiffness. She felt compelled to land on the ground and try to stabilize herself, falling to her knees.

"So... sudden... what did you do to me? When did you... do something?"

"Hihihi, that's the question, isn't it? Oh, little sister, you spent so much time observing and still haven't figured out my power? Why do you think everyone acted exactly as I wanted?"

Lalá tried to think and remember, but she couldn't; little by little, she felt her mind losing its functions, and she couldn't comprehend her sister's power. After all, it's a very simple power, but fatal. Something that goes unnoticed, but if done right, can destroy anyone. Can you, dear reader, guess what power this is?

Father and Mother began to disappear as Lily walked over to her sister and placed her hand on her head in a gentle caress.

"That's it, Lalá, you lost. But don't feel ashamed; I used this precisely because I would have suffered quite a bit if I had faced you directly. Oh, little sister, everyone trusted you so much, and here you are, losing. The disappointment, the suffering that my victory will cause hihihi, they will have no choice but to start searching for a new hope. A new chance for salvation hihihi."

"You're deluding yourself..." The kneeling girl replied, looking at her sister. "A hope created for failure is a lie, Lily. You're eternally chasing something you'll never have, and you know you'll never have it. You were the hope itself, but you lost that role by wanting more... I may lose here... but you'll never win as long as you keep destroying yourself just for the pleasure of exaltation."

"Maybe... but it's too much fun to try, so why not?" Lalá felt her heart and lungs stop. She felt herself dying. And when it happened, her body turned into white light, which was absorbed by Lily's palm as the girl sighed in relief. "Finally whole again. Hihihi, I wonder what I should do now?"

She said as she looked at the circle of rocks that protected the virtues, planning her next scheme, her next plan. The corrupted hope laughed, thinking about how fun and interesting the next chaos she would create would be.

The End

Wait? The End? What kind of ending is this?

The villain wins, and the heroes are all broken? This is not what I came here to read. It's full of mistakes and poorly developed things. Where's Pedro? What's this curse he has? Who is Margareth? What is John hiding from us? Stuart? Helena? Lysa? Emily? Is this really the end for all of them?

This whole book, portraying cute things and overcoming challenges, only to end with such a disturbed and tragic ending? What's this? Wait, let me read this properly.

Oh, my bad, hehe, it was my mistake. It must be the fatigue; my eye ended up skipping over this part here.

End of the Prologue.

Prologue? ALL OF THIS WAS A PROLOGUE? What kind of misery is this? I've been reading all this time, and it was just the prologue? Then how will the main story be? I guess I'll have to wait for the next part to see.

Oh, listen, dear reader, I know this must have been very frustrating. I also felt that way with this ending, but my advice? Don't focus on the ending itself, especially since it's not even the real ending. The true value of a book lies in its middle. Maybe, in the middle of this book, if you read it well, without prejudices, stubbornness, or too much fatigue, you might end up noticing something you hadn't before. Understanding something you hadn't understood before.

Anyway, it seems that this story will have to stay here for now, but don't worry, everything will be okay.

Just don't lose hope.