Drakania
I woke from the most bizarre dream in a cold sweat. As my eyes began to focus again I noticed a familiar dresser, and the softness of the blanket wrapped around me was soothing. I could just faintly smell a lingering scent of moss and cedar told me Nathaniel had been here recently. My head was throbbing, and my throat was dry almost like I had been coughing. I saw a mortar and pestle on the nightstand, so I assumed Celestra was able to find the flower I mentioned. Thank the goddess that the amount of poison I absorbed was not a lethal dose, otherwise, there’s no way that would have worked. I tried to sit up but my stomach felt funny and I was forced to lay back down. I would either have to push through this pain or admit defeat. I was tired of being the weak one. Tired of fai
