“She has refused to eat.” I heard them say, the voice distant. Were they even voices? I couldn’t care anymore. I was unsure what I was, if I was still breathing or living. I was simply stuck in a limbo where nothing seemed to exist.

“Why?” A gruff voice asked, the footsteps getting closer.

“I have no idea. She has been unresponsive and cold. I wonder if she is still breathing.”

“You had better eat.” It snarled, but I only curled up in the corner where I had been, tuning out everything. “Your trial is coming, and you will need your energy for it.”

That was how the rest of...