It was like slowly falling to sleep, which was weird. One minute, wide awake, the next feeling like I couldn't keep my eyes open. Della had told us to speak her name and that we were the new Royalties. She said our predecessors should be there but in case they weren't. If no one was around, we had to shout for guidance.
The last thing I remember was the chanting and Darius looking so sad and pained. He didn't understand, we had to do this deep down he would, but he was too bogged down with his emotions. The fuzziness pulled me in. I could feel their hands on me. It was weird. Like I was drifting away from my body slowly, but their hands felt like dead weights, as if they were trying to pull me back down or pin me to the floor.
The fuzziness turned into a fog, a fog that was clearing
