A beautiful girl with vibrant dark hair, neatly tied behind her, opened her mesmerizing dark eyes as she jolted up from her bed with a startled cry. Beads of sweat accumulated on her temples, and confusion crossed her delicate, beautiful features.
Boom! A loud noise reverberated as the oak door of the room flung open. The next moment, Nyx was startled and quickly summoned the sword her mother had given her for her 9th birthday. Her eyes flashed sharply as her head jerked toward the door.
Nyx thought it was an intruder and was ready to strike, but seeing that it was her mother, she visibly relaxed. She returned the sword and stared at her mother, who was approaching with creases on her forehead and a worried expression on her face.
"Nyx, what is it?" she inquired softly, her hands moving to wipe the sweat from Nyx's temples. "This is the third time you've shouted in the middle of the night... Is it another dream again?"
