Elsie’s POV

The morning felt like a new beginning. The sunlight seeped through the curtains of my cozy room, painting everything with a golden hue. The crisp air carried the scent of blooming flowers, and for the first time in what felt like ages, I felt truly alive.

As I sat by the window, soaking in the view, a surge of energy coursed through me. It wasn’t just physical strength; it was something deeper, like my spirit was awakening after being dormant for so long.

“Good morning, Elsie,” Madriod’s voice broke the silence as he stepped into the room, carrying a tray laden with breakfast. His dark eyes searched mine,...