ISOLDE

I tried to wake up.

I tried to open my eyes, but they felt sealed by darkness. It was as if the light that used to live around me had died. I called Rowan’s name in my head, loud, louder, hoping it would touch him somehow. Maybe he would feel it and light the candles again, the candles that held the only small hope I had in this place.

But no one answered.

I called Finnian next, shouting his name in the darkness, thinking maybe he would come, as he always did in my mind, and maybe ...