Silas’s P.O.V
I was dreaming of Lily.
I saw her in a valley of white flowers. She was dancing, and when she laughed, the whole world laughed along with her. The joyous sun itself recognized her as an equal as she glowed and illuminated every inch of the valley with her brilliance. She simply had the effect on anyone and anything, and perhaps that was the reason why her calling had been to become a healer; she revived everything she touched, and there was nothing in the world that she could not heal.
The image of Lily looked so real, so full of life, that it filled my heart with a tumultuous sense of longing, a calamitous grief that could not be sated without her warm touch and calming smile. A flare of pain burst from my chest, and if I had been awake, I would have pounded a fist again
