The light of the day had broken into a myriad of purple and orange streaks on the sky. But Lyria was unable to see it as she was inside the stone cave. She hugged herself on one edge of the bed. Tucking her small body under the warm quilt. It was still summer, but the night was chilly, even though there was a fire burning in the fireplace.
Lyria felt weak.
Even when the fairies started crying, she would not budge from the bed. Well, Lyria assumed they were crying. After all, they were making whimpering noises so much that she had to cover her ears to block the sound.
At the same time, her stomach started grumbling.
“Hunger is a mindset,” her sister Nakia told her once. Before Nakia came to the palace, she was a daughter from a warrior clan in the wasteland. Her clan had a distaste for
