ETHANAs the days crawl by, each moment weighed down by the heaviness of despair and uncertainty, I find myself caught in a relentless cycle of agony and torment. It feels like I'm drowning in a sea of darkness, unable to find even a glimmer of light to guide me through the shadows.I never imagined my life would come to this, trapped within the confines of a prison cell, surrounded by walls that seem to close in on me with each passing day. The air is heavy with the stench of despair, and the silence is deafening, broken only by the occasional echo of footsteps in the corridor outside. Hazel is like a beacon of light in the darkness, her strength and determination shining through even in the bleakest of moments. "Ethan, are you okay?" She asks, her voice filled with genuine concern. I look up at her, my eyes meeting hers, and I can't help but feel a sense of gratitude for her presence in my life. In spite of everything we've been through, she remains steadfast in her support, a
HAZELI jolt awake, my heart pounding in my chest, sweat dampening my skin despite the chilly night air. Another dream. But this one... this one was different. It was more intense, more vivid, and a shiver runs down my spine as I try to shake off the remnants of the nightmare that still cling to my consciousness like cobwebs. I sit up in bed, the darkness pressing in around me like a suffocating cloak. The room feels strangely oppressive, as if the very walls are closing in on me. I reach for the lamp beside my bed, fingers fumbling in the darkness until I finally manage to switch it on. The soft light casts eerie shadows on the walls, and for a moment, I can't shake the feeling that I'm not alone still. But I push the thought aside, chiding myself for being so paranoid. It was just a dream, I remind myself. Just a dream. But try as I might, I can't shake the feeling of unease that lingers like a bad taste in my mouth. The dream had been so vivid, so real, that it's hard to belie
HAZELThe guards do not bother to respond, their faces stony and impassive as they focus on the road ahead. I feel a sinking sensation in the pit of my stomach, a sense of dread creeping over me like a suffocating fog. “Please, you have to tell me what's going on!” I plead, desperation seeping into my voice. “I need to know.” Still, the guards remain silent, their silence like a death sentence hanging heavy in the air. I can feel the panic rising within me, threatening to consume me whole. Something is wrong somewhere. Suddenly, the carriage lurches to a halt, throwing me forward against the hard wooden seat with a sharp cry of pain. Before I can even gather my wits, the door is wrenched open and two masked figures loom in the doorway, their faces masked by shadows. “Come with us!” One of them growls, reaching out to grab me roughly by the arm. I try to pull away, to fight back, but they're too strong, too determined. With a yank, they drag me out of the carriage and onto the
HAZELThe morning sun streams through the windows, casting a warm glow over the breakfast table where Ethan, Arnold, and I are sitting to it. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the scent of pancakes and bacon, filling the air with a comforting sense of home, and the steaming hot pieces of bread just sit in the centre of the table with different flavors to choose from. I’ve always loved meal times until now. I pick at my food, my appetite dulled by the weight of the nightmare that still haunts in the back of my mind. Ethan and Arnold have exchanged concerned glances multiple times, and I have noticed that their brows are now furrowed with worry as they watch me push my food around my plate. “Are you alright, Hazel?” Ethan asks, his voice soft with concern. “You seem a little out of it this morning.” I force a smile, trying to shake off the lingering effects of the nightmare from the day before yesterday that still clings to me like a stubborn shadow. “I'm fine, rea
HAZEL I wake up feeling groggy, my head pounding and my body burning with fever. I try to sit up, but dizziness washes over me, and I flop back onto the bed with a groan. Something's not right. I feel hot, too hot, and my thoughts are all jumbled up, like pieces of a puzzle scattered on the floor. “Your majesty, why haven't you come out for breakfast? Do you want us to bring it to you?” I hear a maid's voice echoing from outside the door. I try to respond, but my voice comes out as a croak. Panic grips me as I realize I can't move properly, can't even speak properly. “Something's wrong.” The maid says, her voice laced with concern. “We need to check on her.” The door swings open, and the maids rush in, their faces pale with worry. They hover around my bed, murmuring to each other in hushed tones. “My goodness, she is burning up!” One of them says, pressing a cool cloth to my forehead. I try to protest, but my words are lost in the fog of fever that clouds my mind. I can’t
HAZELI wake up feeling weak, my body heavy and my head throbbing with pain. It's been days since I fell ill, and despite all the efforts of the healer and my loved ones, I still feel no better. If anything, the sickness seems to be getting worse with each passing moment. “Good morning, Hazel.” Ethan's voice breaks through the haze of pain as he enters the room, his face etched with concern. I manage a weak smile, trying to push aside the overwhelming fatigue that weighs me down. “Morning, Ethan.” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper. “Any news?” He shakes his head, his expression grim. “I'm afraid not.” He says, his voice heavy with worry. "The healer has tried everything, but nothing seems to be working. I don't know what else to do."I feel a surge of frustration coursing through me, the helplessness of my situation weighing heavily on my shoulders."I just want to feel better," I whisper, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. "I don't want to be stuck like this
HAZELI wake up feeling weak, my body heavy and my head throbbing with pain. It's been days since I fell ill, and in spite of all the efforts of the healer and my loved ones, I still feel no better. If anything, the sickness seems to be getting worse with each passing moment. “Good morning, Hazel. How are you feeling right now?” Ethan's voice breaks through the haze of pain as he enters the room, his face etched with concern. I manage a weak smile, trying to push aside the overwhelming fatigue that weighs me down. “Morning, Ethan, still the very same.” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper. “What’s up? Any news?” He shakes his head, his expression grim. “I'm afraid not.” He says, his voice heavy with worry. "The other healer has tried everything, but nothing seems to be working. I don't know what else to do, but it looks like all we can continue to pray for something better to happen to us at this point.” I feel a surge of frustration coursing through me, the helplessn
ARNOLDThe heaviness in the air weighs on me like a tangible burden as I watch Ethan and Hazel grapple with Hazel’s worsening condition. It's been weeks since she fell ill, and despite our best efforts, her sickness only seems to be worsening. I can see the worry etched on Ethan's face, mirroring my own concerns. “Ethan, we need to figure out what's going on with Hazel.” I say, my voice tinged with urgency as I approach him in the dimly lit room. He looks up at me, exhaustion evident in his eyes. “I know, Arnold. But we've tried everything. Nothing seems to be working.” “I understand, but we can't afford to give up now.” I reply, my tone firm. “We need answers, and we need them fast.” Ethan nods, his expression grave. “You're right. We need to consult with our pack doctor. Maybe he can shed some light on what's happening to Hazel.” I nod in agreement, feeling a glimmer of hope amidst the despair. “Let's do it. We'll find out why Hazel is suddenly sick and why she