When I first woke up from the sleeping spell my mother placed on me, the first person I saw was Grace.
She looked relieved to see me open my eyes. That night, she fed me, bathe me and put me to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up scared to be alone but Grace never left my side. She held on to me, stroking my hair and soothing me.
Months passed by and everytime I felt unsafe or sad, Grace was the first person I run to.
Grace Rosebourne had loved me and cared for me like her own daughter when my own mother abandoned me.
Now Grace was dead. There would be no more scolding from her or stories. She wouldn't be here to lecture me but most of all, she wouldn't get to go back home to Valrok.
Grace's death was no doubt my fault. I knew it. I felt it in my flesh and in my blood. Who ever kill
