With the exception of the hum, the breeze was quiet and motionless.

It was soft, eerie, and almost familiar, like the tune of some half-forgotten song that reverberated throughout the camp.

The feeble silver traces of the oath chilled beneath my skin as I rubbed my palms while sitting by the sick fire. Despite my best efforts, I was unable to shake the feeling that I was different that day.

Matilda,

However, I had sensed her when that light had flared during the trial. For a brief ...