TWO HUNDRED YEARS AGO IN VALROK
I hurried down the stairs, my thirteen-year-old self giggled as Aysa chased after me. He was mad at me but then again when was Aysa never angry? The wind carried his laughter through the hallways of the castle and I prayed to the Goddess that it would not wake up my mother. She had a long day ahead of her and found it difficult to go to sleep at night.
I slipped and fell on the slippery floors that led to the library but Aysa's approaching footsteps pushed me to my feet and I ran into the library, sweating and out of breath. The doors to the library clashed open and Aysa stepped in. His black hair was slick with sweat and fell into his purple eyes. He pushed back his hair with a hand and stared at me with a smile.
Aysa was never one to stay mad at me for
