Calisí;
I sigh as I dig my fingers through the dirt for the umpteenth time.
I've been at this all morning. Searching for roots and herbs and making potions are the only things that have kept me sane since…since I woke up from the dead.
Avaren won't tell me what happened, or what he sacrificed to get me back, and this is the only thing that has kept me grounded, instead of constantly trying to find the truth.
I sink into the silence of the old groves as I work on my knees. I keep searching through the wet soil for a root that only grows in this part of the coven, when suddenly, something inside my chest simply… breaks open, so violently that I nearly collapse into the dirt.
Both of my hands fly to my chest as if trying to hold together the pieces of whatever just burst open.
The pain is sharp and merciless, but it only becomes worse when I recognise it. When I realise what it is.
