Iris
The lights were on too blight and my body felt like it had been used as a piñata in the game played by Mexican children on earth. My tongue felt dry as it stuck to the top of my mouth and the noise was alarmingly headbanging.
My head was seriously banging and people were quarreling. If I had strength, I would have performed a nasty spell on them just to get them back, they should know better than to argue in the room of someone weak. And assuming that the energy I am getting was all off, this was not my room and I would guess I was in the healing wing of the school.
I remembered falling and I hate that I do, I can just imagine what those who hated the news that my mother was queen would be saying now. That I am acting like a weak princess falling and fainting for no good reason.
