Depressed . . .

​     Mal-Nai sat quietly in the comfy bed listening to her new heart beat.  How, she wondered, could she have allowed the Janimgly to attack her yet again and this time take her heart?  What would have happened had Poppie not been there to save her.  “I am so weak.  I can never stand on my own.  I am such a fool!”  Mal-Nai buried her head in her hands and she continued to berate herself.  “I failed.  I was unable to complete the mission as assigned.  What is to become of me?  What is my purpose, now?  I do not belong here.  I am worthless.”
     Mal-Nai waited until the night fell and she left the cabin.  She walked along the river and came upon a bridge.  She found herself walking across and stopping in the middle.  She sat down with her legs dangling over the side.  Klon sat next to her, “Not like this, Mal-Nai.  You are brave.  You are strong.  You are letting Rock Monster win.”