Chapter 3 – CompulsionHow she managed to sleep well into the morning, she never knew, but Gailin woke with the sun bright in her eyes and her muscles sore beyond anything she could remember. She must have run hours yesterday and after the terror of almost being hung and then finding magic was real in her life; well, she could understand if her body forced her to suffer. She must have conjured a blanket for herself, for she brushed off a covering she didn't really remember creating and wondered if it was all a dream. Well, one way to find out.
She looked at her 'camp' that consisted of the blanket at the base of a dead tree and a book for a pillow. Could she prove that Vamilion and his wondrous promise of magic were real? Could she make herself breakfast without his instruction? Warily, fe
