A week, seven long days, that’s how long she had buried herself deep within the depth of guilty, self isolation and blame.
She hadn’t found anything to help the situation and each day she felt lost — she suffocated with everything, burying herself in spell book by spell book only to leave her to a dead end.
She knew it would only leave her to a dead end but she hoped, the only spell book that could ever help was that one book — Zeta’s spell book.
Yet she drowned herself in dead ends one after the other, still holding on to the little hope she had. Day after day, the same process occurred — flipping through page after page with each spell book within reach. All she wanted was to help, fix the problem she had caused — that she was certain of.
Enclosed in those four walls surrounded by no
