Iris’s POV
‘Iris.’
The storm raged above me as I lay on my back looking up at the ceiling, the thunder sent shivers up my spine. I hated storms, they brought the pain and his wraith; in the dark lands this was what it was like day and night. The lightning was the only light seen there, and the memories I had were carried by it. I looked at the bedside table clock and saw it was three in the morning, I had barely slept and hour. I decided since I could not sleep, I would wonder around until I tired myself out, then hopefully fall asleep. I got out of bed and left my room; the night lights were on and I made my way down the hallway. Since being here I had not really seen the house, but I tried to remember what my friends had told me. Kitchen was downstairs to the right, library was upstair
