*Lynn*

Clara’s fever had spiked again. We were traveling for hours, and even I could feel the fatigue entering my body. I could only imagine what Clara must be going through.

The healer was keeping her asleep with herbs and potions, only waking her to eat and drink. But during those waking hours, I could tell she was in agony.

As I stared at the path ahead of me, my sodden boots sinking deep into the snow. I thought of how strange the wound was. She was ...