The Mole's POV

The morning sun leaked through the windows like liquid gold. It was warm in the cool, damp air of the mole's dorm room. There was a whispering sound that reached her ears. She was too sleepy still to identify exactly where it was coming from.

The mole rolled over in bed, still recovering from the night before. She wiped the sleep out of her eyes and considered getting up.

The whispering continued, hushed voices that seemed to swirl around the room.

She ...