The doors were opened for them as Vitalis pushed her chair forward. Cyra wrapped her fingers around the arms of her chair and took a deep breath. Read More
The second the door shut, Cyra went completely limp. She fell into Vitalis as tears pricked her eyes again. Vitalis pulled her, facing her to him. He let her head fall to his shoulder. Read More
Somehow, she woke up.
What had happened? Everything was still blurry, and she couldn’t quite remember. What she did remember was hazy and shattered. Her magic… the dreamworld… She remembered severing her connection, and she was painfully aware of the fact she couldn’t access it anymore. Her magic wasn’t completely gone, some of it was still there. It was different and subdued, almost like it wasn’t even her own magic. Read More
“Remember how I used to talk about him?” Soray’s voice floated into Cyra’s head. A hand cradled her head. Soray kept talking softly, “I thought the world of him. The first night we met him… he was brighter than the sun. How could I not love him? He was charming and kind. Why did it take you so long to fall in love with him? I suppose it doesn’t really matter anymore now that I’m gone. My point is, you’re still alive, and you think the world of him. You love him. Don’t you dare give up on him now, not when he never once gave up on you. There’s still hope. You’ve still got a fight in you. Fight for him.” Read More