Day 28: A story about something unseen.

That night, Oryn dreamt of fire.

When he surfaced to waking, he bolted upright, clutching at his throat. There were tears in his eyes and a sound reached his ears. 

He realised it was the sound of his sobbing.

Ekon stormed in then, slamming the door open. Oryn did not even flinch. The moment he saw the prince guard he pushed himself off the bed, colliding with Ekon’s chest.

“My prince–” Ekon’s voice was hoarse with sleep but the panic in his eyes was apparent.”Everild,” Oryn choked out, still feeling the lingering fire in his throat. “We need to find Eve.”

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