Inkbound: Word Wielder

Shontose, you are not powerless. Wielder of words. Master of pages. If the world has taken a dark turn, and the road ahead has grown dim, you know what to do. Write. She opened her painfully bloodshot eyes. Her body too broken to obey her command, sprawled on the stone ground, and half drowned in a pool of her own blood, felt hollow and lifeless. No, in fact this body couldn't be hers. It was and empty shell, and she was not dead. This one thing at last she was assured.