Sleep To Live

Freya's POV

I had an old power.

An old power that even Gertrude, the killer of mothers and the layer of curses, or anyone else in the whole of Adivaine could only dream of having. The prophecy was the only way for me to access that power. Gertrude said this to me on the first day I fought against having the prophecy fulfilled by my own hands.

"I can't identify what power it is that you have but I know that you know this, feel this." She said this with so much conviction I briefly wondered if we switched bodies sometime in the past without my knowledge.

I sure did feel a lot of power. To sleep.

Take that moment for example, I had yawned no less than a hundred times since I began trying to reach Adalia again.

And by "since" I mean thirty minutes ago.

Darius scoffed and watched me with narrowed eyes, his expression a battleground of annoyance and amusement.

"You really do feel sleepy, don't you?" He asked.

It seemed like a trick question so I didn't deign to answer it. I was much