That morning was at bright as ever. Aurora has never seen such a beautiful sunrise in her life. Except for her aching leg, she had slept peacefully last night, even though she couldn't stop thinking about Zander. She overheard the two castle maids that brought her neatly folded sheets, gossiping about the possessed great impaler. She couldn't help but listen. And what she heard had troubled her greatly.
She found it immensely hard to believe that the Zander she knew would suddenly turn evil and slaughter his own soldiers. Whether he was possessed or not, Aurora determined she would confirm by herself.
