The moment Oriana spied the first rays of sunlight seeping through the cracks of her boarded up window, she shot out of bed with dark circles around her eyes. She could not wait to start her day.
Though the lack of sleep made her body heavy as a rock, it was better than suffering from that suffocating nightmare.
'If only there is no such thing as sleep…'
She began putting on clothes—a pure black long-sleeved undershirt secured at the waist with the belt, followed by a loose-fitting jacket and a pair of baggy trousers and sturdy hunting boots. Afterwards, she pulled her long reddish brown hair into a tight bun, before wrapping a black cloth around her head, leaving only her unadorned face uncovered.
The young woman Oriana disappeared, replaced by the herb-collecting lad known as Orian.
When she stepped out of her room, she found her grandfather already awake and preparing their morning meal.
