It was just too much to just bear. Her house in the wilderness was gone, the mountains were gone, her life in the wilderness was gone and now...Her life here in Trolberg was gone too. Tontu was dead. Her mum was dead having given up her own life for her. The last normal moment they ever had having been their argument. For all she knew, she, Twig and Alfur were probably the only survivors given the likelihood that both her best friends David and Frida were gone as well. Nearly everyone she knew were devoured by those...Those...Those....Horrid monsters!
Sneak peek for chapter two of my story Hilda and The Last Hope, Gamera.
What I'm gonna love about writing this part is Gamera expressing extreme sorrow towards Hilda (While Twig and Alfur tries to comfort her the best they can) being able to relate and wishing he too could physically comfort her but can't given his size as he suffered loss as well since back in the ancient war which he, his kind and the Mountain Giants had fought against the Gyaos, he was the only one of his kind to had survive.