In Her Waking [Formerly Breathe . . .]

Chapter 32 (and author's note)

Author's note.

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The next few nights were inspired by sleeplessness. And even though I had worked myself to oblivion, sleep wouldn't come.

And it seemed it was not only I who had the same issue.

A frivolity free week had passed since Paedemon's trial and no matter how much I tried to push the thought, luck definitely was not on my side.

It occured to me that Hope had a hard time balancing her responsibility with that of luck.

My hope was that Mother Earth was able to fulfil her promise.

Especially since I hadn't heard any word from her or Mhemrie or Awre. Not even from Karl.

The days work had been tiring. For everybody.
It felt like the more days we had for work, the harder and more painful bending winter's gold became.

And that feeling was unsettling since we most definitely should have gotten used to the pain by now.

Mañana on the other hand, visited less often. And when she did, she was in good spirits.

That just made me feel even more sick. And worried.
Her sister Denvera though, saw through running the kingdom.

A part of me was grateful that Quilpxe perhaps was still keeping watch.

But that didn't resolve the sinking feeling in my stomach that came whenever I peered at the huge gem in the work room - Mañana's diamond mine - which had now become a shiny red colour.

Was that the reason for her happiness? Something big was definitely going to occur. . .seeing as a usually clear piece of stone was now becoming a lovely red.

Then my thoughts wandered back to Kadeeja. What had the descent of Vililah Carpenter been going through right now?

But the bigger question would be, what was she doing in my room at this time of night?

I sat up on my bed abruptly as the teenage girl stumbled into the front of my bedroom with a tiny marble.

"Kah . . . ?"

"I need your help."

"What?"

"I'm not asking. I'm telling." Though clearly the look in her eyes showed she was begging.