#Chapter 6 - (Arina) A Mistake

I can’t remember the last time I fell asleep and didn’t dream about my mother. Every night it’s always the same dream; the night she died. The coldness of her body and her pale features are forever engraved in my mind. Waking up, I felt almost empty inside. I only remembered bits and pieces of the night before and the slight stinging of a headache told me why the night was fuzzy. My “father” had kicked me out of Ironclaw. Not that I cared. It’s not like I was ever planning on returning anyways, but the thought of not being able to return to the place my mother died, wounded. Sitting up in bed, I looked around the dimly lit room; the faint light of the sunlight appeared through the wood-paneled window on the far side of the room. I was in a rustic bedroom with walls that were made of dark meadow wood, matching the hardwood floors. In the center of the room lay a maroon rug with swirls of red and white, which matched the drapes on the window and the maroon comforter that laid on to