ZORA

Loud bell chimes drew me out of my forced sleep.

My head hurts really bad.

Dàmn you Grace

My room was still a destructive mess. I had made no efforts to clean up or arrange anything, and had fallen asleep in the clothes I had on yesterday.

In my dream, all I ever saw was the woods, the silvery threads, and the Luna I killed.

The bells wouldn't stop ringing, so I walked to my broken bedroom window and stuck my head out.

It was still dawn, and although this was the time of the ...