I’ve faced my share of storms, literal and figurative. The skies can turn ugly in a heartbeat, and so can people. But nothing cuts quite like the wound of betrayal, especially from someone you considered family. I’m not one for sentiment; emotions get in the way of efficiency. Yet, when Elara Vex turned her back on us—on me—it felt like losing a limb. Half my couriers, half my routes gone overnight because she chose greed over loyalty.
I remember the first day she walked into our dispatch hall, eager to prove herself. She had fire in her belly and a mind for strategy that rivaled my own. I took her under my wing, taught her everything I knew. She wasn’t just any courier; she was the future of Cogsworth’s Couriers.
But ambition can be a double-edged sword. Her desire for power and wealth consumed her, blinding her to what truly mattered—people over profit.
Elara’s betrayal wasn’t just about stealing routes or poaching couriers; it was about breaking trust. It’s a hard lesson to learn that sometimes the people you trust most are the ones capable of inflicting the deepest wounds.
In the aftermath, there were questions—many questions. Why did I not see this coming? Should I have been more vigilant? The truth is, no amount of foresight could have prepared me for such a calculated betrayal from within.
Rebuilding isn’t easy. It takes time to heal wounds and rebuild bridges burned by deceit.
But we’re not just rebuilding; we’re emerging stronger,
more resilient than before.
Perhaps it’s naive to believe that people can change,
as if pain somehow purifies them,
making them less likely to inflict it again but maybe we all need our share of scars to learn compassion.
>Soulkyn