25
Myla
Friday is here.
Trials of Acca.
Lady Bentford.
A fighting tree.
Bah.
This is pretty typical stuff for my life, really. I haul my butt out of bed at 6 am. The trials start at 10 and I want to be early. Lincoln and I haven’t spoken in what feels like forever. I definitely want to catch up.
Stupid Antrum.
Stupid thrax security making it impossible to talk to my guy.
Yes, I sent some written messages, but Cissy tells me they all got held up at the Purgatory Pulpitum. Antrum’s Transfer Central is saying the envelopes have demon spit on them or something.
So sketchy.
And all the more reason to down some Demon bars and get to Antrum fast.
All of which brings me to the present moment. 6:23 am.
I now stand on a round metal platform set into the floor of the main transfer stati
