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ARIANA'S POV.
Something was calling my name— whispering.
It was a whisper, yet it was distinct, cutting through the air like a knife to get to me. I rose from the bed, and looked at the door.
Soft breeze flew around my ear, as if it was trying to carry with it whispers of words from someone else.
"Ariana." The whisper came again. This time loud, and urgent. I needed to know. What exactly was calling me at such a time?
Slowly, I swung my feet off the bed, and when it touched the bare floor, the cold shot through my legs. It was only the breaking of dawn, and the cold was a force to reckon with.
Carefully, I pulled open the door.
"Ariana." The whisper came again, and this time, it felt like it was pulling on my heartstrings. I went down the stairs without noise, and made it all the way to the door, carefully undoing the latch.
