~~Three Months Later
It was the day... the day the Crimson Moon had been annihilated...
Or the day Zariah was meant to die. The attack on Crimson Moon had happened on this very day though things had played out much sooner, three months ago,
Zariah could not shake off the feeling that something would go wrong today... and it had.
The air in the High Oracle's chambers was thick with an unspoken tension. Zariah lay on the bed, her face pale and drawn, her hair was matted to her forehead. Her breathing was shallow, and her eyes were locked on Darren, who stood stiffly by the door also uncertain and visibly worried.
He had brought Zariah to the High Oracle in a panic after she had lost consciousness in the middle of a meeting.
But Darren was not nearly as worried as Zariah herself. He did not know...as well as Zariah did, what today was.
Anxiety churned in her gut, her hands trembling against the soft fabric of her gown.
