As the sun slowly crept under the distant horizon signalling the death aof another day and night settled in the rush of preparations for her coming journey were being made, Cecelia with Lifa's help was personally packing everything she had been given and all she had come to treasure since her arrival on Atla three and a half months ago, she found herself sadder than she had expected, be it the better memories tied to her stay at Morhaven, or perhaps the fact that she was actually leaving, it all came crashing down on her mind, though much lighter than a departure should be simply because of the fact that herself and her child had been in danger every single day and came very close to losing their lives on more than one occasion, for her it was more than most people would ever encounter in
