Alyssane woke up to an empty room.
The hearth was still crackling softly, but all other lights were now extinguished, and a heavy silence hung around the tower. She glanced out of the windows, at the skies that seemed unnaturally dark, and wondered about him.
Kazmun wasn't there, and though she preferred his absence, a strange unease had settled in her chest.
She slipped from the sofa and crossed the room, her bare feet silent against the stone floor, as she once again found herself staring out of the window, towards the forest. The darkness seemed alive this time, as though the trees themselves breathed, their shadows moving in rhythm with the wind.
Her mind was heavy, she had seen so much in that vision, and so much of it left a mark on her soul. Her thoughts were scattered everywhere, and at the same time, they were simply numb.
Alyssane thought about the charred ground of the forest they had seen earlier.
