#cursedpart2

    Night terrors were nothing new to her, but these ones were something else. She almost felt like she was there. Though she shook her head and pushed such notions from her mind, she knew that couldn’t be true. Instead, she rose from her perch by the window and began to get ready for the day, fixing her hair and makeup to hide where she had been up crying all night. It takes more than this to keep her down. So many nights had been spent without sleep and instead of moping about she had always decided on the same solution: to use that time wisely. There were books to be read and formulas to solve, sleep was a luxury for those with time to do so and her ambitions were stronger than that. Her determination burned within her gut and with the light of a new day, she felt those fears melt away and her will to succeed renewed with vigor.

    She swung the door of her chamber open wide, the smell of breakfast already filled the corridors practically wafting through the estate to let everyone know it was ready and stepped out only to gasp and cling to the door frame. The floor beneath her foot had disappeared and once more she was looking down at the crashing waves on the Suramar shoreline. Her nails dug into the wood and the splinters drew blood, her eyes slammed shut as she struggled to catch her breath and keep her composure.