What Comes AfterThe start of the morning was slow. The scent of the damp rocks and burnt wood was pervading the fresh air outside. Slim strands of smoke kept rising out of the ruins of the palace.

The snow which came by and lightened during the night was soon turning to dark puddles.

Annabelle was seated beside the smashed window.

Her body also throbbed in little ways. She wore a cloth around her arm which had a scent of herbs.

The light gently glowed on her face in a gentle gentle ...