Charmcaster Thign

Despite her own name, Hope had none of it. How long had she even been on that wall, stuck in an endless oblivion? How long had she berated herself, over and over again, cursing her mistakes as if that could possible turn them back. As if she could be saved from this fate. It was pathetic.

What was the point? Was that even a question that could be answered? Could any of hers ever be? Hope cursed again to the black surrounding her, and then she cursed at her. The woman who brought her into this damning situation in the first place. The woman who forged her eternal prison, and left her to mull over her mistakes forever.

Of course, the only being there was who she cursed. Herself.