Alexa

Two years ago…

I opened my eyes and saw the high white ceiling, the white walls, and the small bed. Ah, I must have been in the hospital. I recognized this room from how often I had been treated here since I was a child.

I raised both my hands, and they were back to normal. I forced myself to sit up. My finger clutched the hospital gown that had been put on me. I peeked through it. My brows furrowed, as there were no bruise marks at all. All the scars from training had disappeared.

The moonlight waned, reflecting from the gaps in the window. When I glanced...