Two weeks had come and gone since the incident at the dinner hall, as well as what happened after; and still, I had not fully healed from the beating rendered on that evening. The pain of my wounds trying to heal was just as painful as receiving them.
My body was still dealing with the after-shock of it all, shaking violently at random points, a shiver riding up my spine that caused me to flinch, which would only, in turn, cause my wounds to sometimes re-open. Sometimes, I could hear the tear against my skin whenever that happen, which made the feeling of it far worse.
I remembered that day vividly, it being among the worst of my life and the confirmed worst since I had arrived at the Demoi's castle.
One thing-that I seemed to be unable to remember, however-the one thing that seemed to
