Iris was too weak to move now. Cyil had stopped coming to feed her, and she worried that the imp was punished because of her. The last thing she wanted was for someone to die again because of her. She lay on her side, gasping for breath as the atmosphere within the greenhouse had changed three days ago, and Iris had no idea what was happening this time.
The small birds stopped chirping, and the thick gray clouds above refused to allow the sun to shine through the Kingdom of Shayla. It started to rain outside the greenhouse, which was unusual in the faerie land. Shayla was full of sunshine throughout the year, and it only rained to allow seedlings to sprout under the will of Queen Asheera.
