Ally's POV

　　My fingers scrape against the cold, uneven stone of the dungeon wall. It's pitch-black except for the slithers of moonlight that creep through the high, barred window.

　　"Dawn," I whisper into the dark, trying to reach out to her through our bond- a bond that has always been as natural as breathing. But there's nothing. No comforting brush against my consciousness, no familiar presence wrapping around my heart. Just an abyss where she should ...