Vance
I sit at the dining room table in the temple, the weight of the world seemingly pressing down on my shoulders. Across from me, Jace is wolfing down his food, a necessary ritual after one of his visions to get his blood sugar back up. I know this, understand the necessity of it, but I can't help the annoyance that prickles at the back of my mind.
Jace, with his carefree attitude, had just announced, almost jokingly, that we were on the brink of an apocalypse. The word hangs in the air, heavy and ominous, but he seems unfazed, almost dismissive. It grates on my nerves, this nonchalance. This isn't a joke, it's our reality, our fight.
I've been on my own journey of self-discovery, guided by Tori through meditation. It was supposed to bring clarity, peace even. But all it did was leav
