I didn’t sleep that night. Between the slow journey back to my home, and the sound of the screams ringing in my ears, I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t even want to lay down in my bed. I was too restless for anything, and I ended up pacing in my room for hours on end, waiting for the sun to come up.
Clara was the first person in the shop when I opened that morning. I hadn’t even started my orders, and I knew I should have been down earlier, working on them. My eyes were gritty with my lack of sleep, and a cold child had taken hold in my chest as I wondered how the Drakesworn, a group I had once thought I wanted to be a part of, could have done that to anyone. Whether or not they were Wyvern, they didn’t deserve to be tortured.
That they could do that to children was even worse.
“What happen
