Roxellena's POV
I woke to the sharp bite of cold air against my skin.
Dried leaves rustled beneath me as I shifted, their brittle edges digging into my back.
Above, the sky hung heavy and dark, the crescent moon offering little more than a pale silver light.
Tears slipped down my cheeks .Thick ropes bit into my wrists and ankles, anchoring me to the rough trunk of a tree.
I twisted and pulled until my skin burned, but the knots held firm.
This is it, I thought, No one will ever find me. No one will even know.
I thought of what my friends would be thinking about me.
They must be searching for me. By now, they had probably returned to their dormitories in defeat.
I thought about Rosa. She would be so happy when she heard the news that I was no more.
I was sure she would take t
