CALISTA'S POV

"You poor thing!"

That was the first thing that my grandmother said when she saw me in front of her door. After arriving at the small peaceful town of Northwood city she immediately rushed over to me and took the little bag that I had in my hand, putting them aside and then allowing me to sit down.

She made a little drink for me and made me drink it first before she asked me any questions.

"My dear, how are you doing? This is so bad you should have at least called me so that I will prepare your room for you..."

I tried to say something...