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Freira was standing by the shore, looking at the waves crashing violently. It was cold—the wind hitting her face and with only a shawl on her, it wasn't enough to shield her from it. Other than that, her only light is the one coming from the full moon. Despite it, she still stayed there, wondering and pitying herself even if it is wrong to even do so. Should she really stay in this one place until she dies? Should she really deprive herself of the world because she worries about what she is going to leave off when they could easily find a replacement for her? It was not really the questions that have bothered her for so long. It was only because she could not decide for herself because she thinks of so many things—which, actually, could not help her grow as a person overall. Therefore