Jakkalin sat by herself on a flat shelf of rock over looking the river that coursed down the mountain side. She held one of her knees to her chest and let the other leg dangle, bare toes just skimming the swift water. She had a blank look on her face, eyes just scanning the horizon, like she had shut down. She got like this sometimes. Her failures always took their toll eventually.<br/><br/>"I'm just no good... all I do is make them worry..." her thoughts went to Nikkolas and Mezolene, as they usually did. The boy had always held a soft spot in her heart of stone, but tender feelings did not come easy for the asian viper. Mexolene, however... she both confused and infuriated her, yet through no fault or wrong doing. Quite the opposite.<br/><br/><em>So perfect... so gifted... so loved... so... beautiful...</em><br/><br/>She refused to dwell on such thoughts. They were simply not in the realm of possibility for her. She sighed and let her head hang, as if to let the breeze cast her inner turmoil away for another few days. It would bottle up inside her, where it always went. Her destruction and torture was no ones fault but her own, but Jakkalin was not a mentally healthy girl.<br/><br/>She looked at her red and abused hand, flexing the fingers before her eyes and rolling a small body of sand in the palm. They looked like the hands of a farm girl, who plowed and toiled all day long. Such a girl would at least have rewards for her efforts, where as Jakkalin found no such thing.<br/><br/>"Useless..." she seethed, clenching it tight, and then the strangest of things happened. She felt an incredible heat, but it did not burn her, and when she opened her hand, all she held was a nugget of glass, as if molded in her clenched fist. She blinked, and then tossed the hissing chunk into the water, more then a little uneased.<br/><br/>"Did... I do that?"