Rhydian;
I listen to the crickets in the distance. Focusing on their song is the only reprieve from drowning in the chaos of my thoughts.
I'm sitting on the cold stone ledge by my room's window, staring at the dim courtyard below without actually seeing anything.
Lanterns flicker outside as guards keep giving out provisions and sorting out the wounded and impoverished families.
It's the second night, but Gravemaw is still recovering from the hand it was dealt by the Witches and Warlocks.
However, despite all this scurrying and chaos around me, my mind is far from here…far from the castle… far from this suffocating silence… so far.
My thoughts keep circling back to one person.
One face.
One warmth that hurts so much to think about.
…Elián.
I press my elbows against my thighs, and my fingers curl tightly as I helplessly think about him.
