ARIA POINT OF VIEW.

I was back in my room when it started.

At first, it was just a small ache in my chest. It was sharp, like something had pricked me from the inside.

I frowned, pressing a hand over my heart, trying to breathe through it.

“It's nothing." I told myself as I thought it was just the pull of the bond again, another reminder of what I carried inside me.

Then the pain deepened.

It wasn’t normal pain.

It didn’t feel like sickness or weakness.

It felt alive, like ...