Jane’s POV
At first, I thought it was real because I could feed the cold hair on my skin.
But when I opened my eyes, I was no longer lying on the training field, I was standing. And the place around me was nothing like the camp.
An old castle stretched towards the sky, the tall and thick pillars looking like a Gothic relic. Inside, the building was alive with activity.
Servants hurried across the courtyard carrying crates and fabrics. Guards stood along the stone pathways in polished armor, their weapons gleaming under the faint torch burning at every corner of the place.
People were everywhere. Busy, running, preparing, whispering, giving orders, obeying orders and so on.
It felt like something huge was about to happen. Maybe a celebration.
When I looked down at myself, I was s
