"Did you hear what's happening at the academy?"
Medusa heard the words as she walked through the busy market street.
Merchants shouted over one another, trying to sell their wares even after the tragedy.
Just yesterday, the academy had been attacked and it was still recovering.
'Why can't we just have a simple life?' she thought as she brushed her fingers over a basket of fresh apples.
Her hair fluttered as the afternoon wind blew past.
She wanted peace…
Her eyes softened.
She wanted a child.
She was Isolde's aunt, but even that didn't fill the quiet ache inside her.
Wouldn't Isolde be happy to have a little sister running around too? Someone she could play with, laugh with… other than Lillia.
She sighed, shaking the thought away as she turned to the next stall. She was about to pick something when she froze.
Her heart suddenly pulsed… hard.
She felt it.
Azel.
He wasn't okay.
His presence which was normally warm, now trembled like a dying flame.
