Chapter 59 Sisters; When One Wakes, We All Breathe

• ‎The sun was beginning to rise, casting a golden hue across the Bloodstain packhouse gardens. The air still held the weight of mourning, but today, it also carried peace. Hard-earned, fragile peace.
• ‎Alyssa sat on a wooden bench beneath the old pine tree where she and her sisters used to play long before war and prophecy had tainted their fates.
• ‎She was quiet, hands folded in her lap.