The night air drifted in through the open window, cool against my skin. The moon hung high, pale and distant, as though mocking me with its calmness. I leaned my elbow against the windowsill, my chin resting lightly on my hand. The faint breeze tugged at my white hair, strands dancing freely in the wind like they belonged anywhere but here.
Tomorrow… tomorrow I will return to the Magic Tower.
The place people so fondly called my "home."
A bitter smile curled at my lips. Home? Hah… What a joke. That tower was nothing but walls full of cold stares, whispered rumors, and memories I would rather carve out of my mind. If I closed my eyes, I could almost hear the echo of those corridors, could almost feel the weight of eyes judging me for being her daughter.
I sighed softly, the sound lost in the night.
Truth be told—I didn't want to go back.
Not to that place.
Not to her.
My so-called mother.
