The Magus Echoes of the forgotten

Northern Wind

I woke up to a strange heat suffusing my body, an intense warmth that felt as if something was ablaze within me. Annoyance creased my face, and my mood quickly soured. Seeking comfort, I shifted from one side of the bed to the other.

when I sat up, wetness greeted my fingers. "No! Not again!" I cried, embarrassed at wetting the bed for the first time since infanthood.

The heat intensified, a burning that seared from within. Gasping, I scrambled out of bed, clothes sticking uncomfortably.

Standing on tiptoes, I reached for the window, but my current height allowed only glimpses of the estate's surroundings, providing little to no help in my current predicament.

Spotting a small step stool nearby, I brought it over and climbed up, my small figure silhouetted against the first signs of light of dawn. As the first signs of morning broke through, the sky transitioned from the velvety darkness of night to a soft palette of colors, filtering through the windowpane. With a deliberate motio