" This world is cruel" She murmured. A tiny tear from her eye fell on the ground. Her frustration was evident.
" This world is cruel to those who are docile."
" A lion never eats the other lion" A husky voice featured her back.
" How to change my inert nature then? I was like this for the last hundred years or so." Her voice choked.
" You are not that what you think you are! You are much more than that!" His voice vanished into the woods.
"water yet smooth could erode a hard rock with its persistence" was written on a tomb in front of her.