[No cp, group portrait, parent generation]
Perhaps people always have to choose something. Moina woke up after a sudden death and had the family love she had dreamed of, and was forced to accept the fate of early death - the blood-cursed orc was a natural Animagus. Her soul would eventually be imprisoned in the fragile body of a hummingbird, witnessing the growing bestiality swallowing up the glory of humanity.
But she has never regretted it. What she has now is already a great blessing for her.
But when she was 11 years old, she stood in front of the lobby of Hogwarts and saw her relatives in a daze as they stepped off the boat. Amidst the laughter, she felt only pain.
There are still seven years to go.
——Fly away with Violet and enjoy the rare family affection in the few days left?
——Or standing in front of a future littered with corpses, angrily raising the wand towards the laughing evil spirit to protect more people?
Struggle, despair.
But how can one blind oneself in the dark? The blood would spread to her feet much faster than she imagined.
Only one try.
(Realistically, the plot has a daily routine, but the follow-up text has more dull narratives. The heroine is a person who explores her own destiny, and will not put too much thought on solving the pain of people of her own generation, so there may not be any emotional line. Although I really want to write all-oriented, but it is a kind of sadness to set up a work with twisted characters, so I forget it.)
(This story is the final definition that I finally came up with. There is also a preliminary definition for all directions, which will be included in the next book.)
Purpose: Reality confronts those who explore destiny