"Ainsley!" I shouted, tearing my throat in the process.   I saw the movement in slow motion. First the dagger fell from her hand, the sound was recorded forever in my head. Her eyes that's full of panic were fixed in Allen Samuel, as if she could only see him. She seemed to be apologising silently just before her body collapsed.   I tried to get up and run towards her, no matter how I was in the middle of the battle. I'm not interested in what happened with Allen Samuel. My body did not react, I was struggling to not fall into unconsciousness. Standing up had cost me, but I was so concentrated in it, I was not interested in my body's current state. I had to get to her, I had to save her.   Each step cost me. Each step was eternal. I knew, without a doubt, that I would come too late. I screamed from the frustration, since my legs were increasingly trembling, my vision began to darken and I was not able to take the steps t

I was sleeping.   Yes, I was sleeping peacefully. I did not want to wake up. I felt comfortable, as if I was on a pile of fluffy clouds. I wanted to keep in this state for a while longer.    Here there were no fights.   Here there were no deaths.   Here there was no magic, neither good nor bad.   Here, I could be at peace.   I dreamed of Mother Luna, caressing my hair gently. She pampered me as if I was her own, rocking me in my dreams, watching for my safety. I remembered having talked with her, although I just could remember her words. I only know that she had murmured that she was going to protect me, even when it seemed that she had left me. She was always by my side.   I also dreamed of my mother, who cried bitterly between my arms. As much as I wanted to ask her what happened, I could not understand it. It was as if she was far