Rosalie was woken up a few minutes past dawn by the thudding of the large raindrops against the rooftops of the new time she had spent the night in. They had stayed the night at an inn to avoid an exhaustive travel. Despite it raining, Rosalie could tell that the town was more tranquil than it had been last night. As they had dinner and before she fell asleep, she had heard the family voices of happy townsfolk. There was to be a new king and everyone in Helorith was celebrating.
She sat up in bed and gazed out the window, past the curtains, proving her suspicions. Her room was on the first floor so she was able to see people pass by and hear voices by her window. This morning, however, there was nothing. There were no voices or footsteps to be heard. No children who would wake up early in
