9

~Avila

I stare down at the paper in front of me, my scrawlings so ambiguous in nature, anyone watching me would have no idea what I'm trying to convey.

It turns out, whatever artistic abilities I had before I lost my life are now gone, because I can't muster up anything half decent.

Groaning, I drop the coloured pencil, resting my forehead against the desk.

Who am I?

The sound of shuffling feet have me whirling around in my seat in panic. Despite being the middle of the day, my mind immediately jumped into assuming it would be Emerick visiting me again.

"It's okay, it's just me," Vade soothes, stepping into the room. "I wanted to bring you this. Roel asked me to."

He holds a pile of books out to me, seeming uncomfortable. He generally avoids me at all costs, so I imagine Roel really had to push him to come bring me some books.

I take them gently, resting them on the desk.

The way we are standing reminds me of the flashback I had yesterday. We are in a similar position, and instead of