Elijah
The dawn appeared and the sun rays were hitting through the windowpane, a soft warm embrace falling on the bed where I was lying. My eyes were swollen since I couldn't sleep for the entire night, despite changing the sides on the bed and hoped to get some sleep before we head for the day. It was just my mind that hasn’t settled with yesterday's information. I might have agreed to talk to Carmen about Abria’s whereabouts but i am hurt from the inside knowing they have tortured her enough that she shunned herself.
My heart isn’t allowing me to think that she could do something sinister like this, but she is a witch and they are not trusted in any culture. And there is a specific reason for that.
Carmen’s own blood betrayed her and I have noticed the same hatred she has for her sist
