Kuninglik veri - 10. Terasest taevas

I have an extraordinary family. One of my sisters helped the desert turn into a green land. The second became a legend by riding a giant fire spirit and closing the portal to another world. The third saved her husband and the king, defending him from death. The fourth helps an exiled god return to our world, and the fifth turned out to be the bearer of the rarest prophetic gift. This is all about my sisters — but I am different. I can only drown out the feeling of guilt with work and cry at night. Because there is no one nearby whom I so desperately hated and so madly loved. And there is no longer any sense in living. Or is there?