"FATHER!"
It was the most tragic and sorrowful dream Thalia had ever dreamt, and she awoke from it utterly exhausted. Her eyes drifted around the chamber, slowly recognizing the familiar patterns woven into the bedchamber’s tapestry. She cast the blanket aside, only to discover that one of her legs was tightly wrapped in bandages. She tried to move both legs, but to no avail, the injured one felt heavy, distant, and numb.
“No… no, my legs!” she cried, her hands trembling as she touched them in disbelief. “I can’t walk anymore!”
Her gaze then shifted to the Hiax, which was faintly glowing. She clenched it in her hand and dug her nails into its surface, poking and scratching at it in blind fury.
“This is all your fault!” she cried. “This Hiax has made my life miserable... If it didn’t
