With a gasp, I open my eyes and sit up.
"That...was some dream," I pant and habitually rub my palm over the covers of my bed.
My bed...that is not the soft and fluffy King-sized four-poster bed but a rough and course yet comfortable haystack. I frown and pat the hay sending billows of dust floating in the air.
Okay, so this is weird. I cross my arms over my chest and close my eyes shut.
The sounds of the cows and sheep sleeping around me are both familiar and unfamiliar. The smell of the dry hay and the pungent animal aroma in the air is also both comforting and uncomforting. It's like there are two entities warring inside of me...
My eyes snap open at that. Of course, yes, there are two entities warring inside of me.
Because not only am I a nameless eighteen-year-old orphan, who wor
