Six is a luckier number anyways
Alara awoke the next morning to cramping in her left hand; her fingers grasped an empty king"s fruit so tightly they had turned a stark white. Grunting, she spent the next two minutes pulling her hand away from the ball of briars and stretching her newly mended fingers. It was a relief to find only a general soreness remaining from most of the severe injuries that she had earned the day before. There was still some bruising on her side where her ribs had cracked, and her throat was a mottled yellow color from the subsiding bruising there, but in all, she was almost whole.
She stretched the tightness out of her shoulder and left arm as she stood from her bed and searched the nearby desk for the clock. The light was still low and purplish from daybreak. Th
