Mira opened her eyes, looking at a ceiling she barely got to know. She sat up, the cold wind blowing from the window beside her bed. She looked outside, seeing the forest spreading as far as the eye could see after the garden.
"Arad's house," She mumbled. The image of herself getting stabbed in the neck returned. She grabbed her throat. The wound is nowhere to be seen.
"How long have I been unconscious?" She slowly pushed the blanket away and firmly planted her feet on the cold ground.
She tried to stand, but her knees started shaking, and her head spun as she fell to the ground with a deep empty feeling across her body. CRACK!
Thud! Thud! Thud! As Mira lay on the ground, feeling the cold seep into her bones. She heard steps rushing toward her room.
BAM! The door got kicked open, "Mira!" Lyla shouted, rushing to her.
"M..om," Mira growled, unable to move.
