RYLIE
I opened my eyes to the soft glow of the bedside lamp. I was at Silas's home once again; this room was becoming almost as familiar as mine. My body felt sore and stiff, my joints cracking in protest as I stretched my tired bones. Today's training had been a hard one.
It was evening already, and with only the light of the lamp, I examined my body under the helm of my shirt. It wasn't a very good sight: purpling bruises colored my skin, some larger than others, and I knew there were more where my eyes couldn't reach.
The bruises weren't just from today, and I knew Silas was right; I had to slow down or my body would wither away before I ever had the chance to save anyone.
