5
Varian
I knew I was dreaming, but it didn’t really feel like a dream.
I stood in front of one of the large windows at the Summer Palace, the Sun City shining bright behind the inner walls under the scorching sun.
My favorite place in the entire Wyth. My home.
I turned around and found myself staring at a low and wide beige bed, the soft yellow covers ruffled and folded at the foot of the bed. And on the other side, propped by many golden pillows, was my mother.
My heart stopped.
My mother’s hair, usually tight into a neat bun at the nape of her neck, was long and loose, like a black curtain around her shoulders. Her dark skin was ashen, her hazel eyes dull and sunken, and her lips were parched.
She looked sick.
Had Sanna’s magic hurt her so badly that she still hadn’t healed?
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