Violet POV

‘Wake up, Violet,’ someone urged me. 

I didn’t want to wake up because I was feeling so weak and drained out. A faint sound of cheer reached my ears, and I wondered if I was dreaming. As I emerged from unconsciousness, the world around me looked like a delicate watercolor painting coming to life. 

The first sensation my brain registered was that of my body and something fluttering deep inside me. It was subtle but undeniable that tethered me to ...