HAZELThe morning sun streams through the windows, casting a warm glow over the breakfast table where Ethan, Arnold, and I are sitting to it. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the scent of pancakes and bacon, filling the air with a comforting sense of home, and the steaming hot pieces of bread just sit in the centre of the table with different flavors to choose from. I’ve always loved meal times until now. I pick at my food, my appetite dulled by the weight of the nightmare that still haunts in the back of my mind. Ethan and Arnold have exchanged concerned glances multiple times, and I have noticed that their brows are now furrowed with worry as they watch me push my food around my plate. “Are you alright, Hazel?” Ethan asks, his voice soft with concern. “You seem a little out of it this morning.” I force a smile, trying to shake off the lingering effects of the nightmare from the day before yesterday that still clings to me like a stubborn shadow. “I'm fine, rea
HAZEL I wake up feeling groggy, my head pounding and my body burning with fever. I try to sit up, but dizziness washes over me, and I flop back onto the bed with a groan. Something's not right. I feel hot, too hot, and my thoughts are all jumbled up, like pieces of a puzzle scattered on the floor. “Your majesty, why haven't you come out for breakfast? Do you want us to bring it to you?” I hear a maid's voice echoing from outside the door. I try to respond, but my voice comes out as a croak. Panic grips me as I realize I can't move properly, can't even speak properly. “Something's wrong.” The maid says, her voice laced with concern. “We need to check on her.” The door swings open, and the maids rush in, their faces pale with worry. They hover around my bed, murmuring to each other in hushed tones. “My goodness, she is burning up!” One of them says, pressing a cool cloth to my forehead. I try to protest, but my words are lost in the fog of fever that clouds my mind. I can’t
HAZELI wake up feeling weak, my body heavy and my head throbbing with pain. It's been days since I fell ill, and despite all the efforts of the healer and my loved ones, I still feel no better. If anything, the sickness seems to be getting worse with each passing moment. “Good morning, Hazel.” Ethan's voice breaks through the haze of pain as he enters the room, his face etched with concern. I manage a weak smile, trying to push aside the overwhelming fatigue that weighs me down. “Morning, Ethan.” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper. “Any news?” He shakes his head, his expression grim. “I'm afraid not.” He says, his voice heavy with worry. "The healer has tried everything, but nothing seems to be working. I don't know what else to do."I feel a surge of frustration coursing through me, the helplessness of my situation weighing heavily on my shoulders."I just want to feel better," I whisper, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. "I don't want to be stuck like this
HAZELI wake up feeling weak, my body heavy and my head throbbing with pain. It's been days since I fell ill, and in spite of all the efforts of the healer and my loved ones, I still feel no better. If anything, the sickness seems to be getting worse with each passing moment. “Good morning, Hazel. How are you feeling right now?” Ethan's voice breaks through the haze of pain as he enters the room, his face etched with concern. I manage a weak smile, trying to push aside the overwhelming fatigue that weighs me down. “Morning, Ethan, still the very same.” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper. “What’s up? Any news?” He shakes his head, his expression grim. “I'm afraid not.” He says, his voice heavy with worry. "The other healer has tried everything, but nothing seems to be working. I don't know what else to do, but it looks like all we can continue to pray for something better to happen to us at this point.” I feel a surge of frustration coursing through me, the helplessn
ARNOLDThe heaviness in the air weighs on me like a tangible burden as I watch Ethan and Hazel grapple with Hazel’s worsening condition. It's been weeks since she fell ill, and despite our best efforts, her sickness only seems to be worsening. I can see the worry etched on Ethan's face, mirroring my own concerns. “Ethan, we need to figure out what's going on with Hazel.” I say, my voice tinged with urgency as I approach him in the dimly lit room. He looks up at me, exhaustion evident in his eyes. “I know, Arnold. But we've tried everything. Nothing seems to be working.” “I understand, but we can't afford to give up now.” I reply, my tone firm. “We need answers, and we need them fast.” Ethan nods, his expression grave. “You're right. We need to consult with our pack doctor. Maybe he can shed some light on what's happening to Hazel.” I nod in agreement, feeling a glimmer of hope amidst the despair. “Let's do it. We'll find out why Hazel is suddenly sick and why she
ETHANI’m worried about Hazel. She’s been sick for so long, and nothing we do seems to help. Arnold and I, we've tried everything, but her condition just keeps getting worse. I can see the worry in Arnold's eyes, just like how I feel it in my own heart. “Arnold, what do we do?” I ask him, feeling the weight of desperation in my voice. “We can’t keep going like this, Ethan.” Arnold replies, his voice filled with concern. “We need to find help, and fast.” “But who can we turn to?” I ask, feeling lost.Arnold hesitates for a moment before speaking again. “There’s a witch in the neighboring village. Maybe she can help us.” I nod, grateful for Arnold’s suggestion. “Let’s go see her.” We make our way to the neighboring village, the worry for Hazel weighing heavy on our hearts. When we finally arrive at the witch’s cottage, I knock on the door anxiously, hoping she can offer us some kind of solution. The door creaks open, revealing an old woman with wise eyes and a kind smile
HAZELI'm lying in bed, feeling weak and exhausted. The taste of dinner still lingers in my mouth, but suddenly, my stomach churns, and before I know it, I'm vomiting it all out. It's been happening more frequently lately, and I can't help but feel frustrated and helpless.Arnold rushes into the room, concern etched on his face. “Hazel, are you okay? What happened?” I shake my head weakly, unable to find the words to explain. The nausea and dizziness wash over me in waves, leaving me feeling dizzy and disoriented. “Ethan, come quickly!” Arnold calls out, panic evident in his voice. Ethan appears in the doorway, his eyes wide with alarm. “What's wrong? Hazel, are you alright?” I try to nod, but another wave of nausea hits me, and I'm left gasping for breath. Arnold helps me sit up, concern written all over his face. “We need to get her some help.” Ethan says, his voice urgent. “Call for the healer immediately.”Arnold nods and as soon as he is about to go out of the ro
ARNOLDThe tension in the room is palpable as Ethan paces back and forth, his brow furrowed with worry. Hazel's condition hasn't improved, and we're running out of options. With each passing moment, the weight of uncertainty grows heavier on our shoulders. “We need to do something.” Ethan mutters, his voice strained with desperation. “We can't just sit here and wait for her to get worse.” “I know, Ethan!” I reply, my own voice tinged with frustration. “But what else can we do? We've tried everything.” Just then, a thought crosses my mind. The witch. She might have answers that we haven't thought of yet. Without hesitation, I reach for the phone and dial her number, my heart pounding in anticipation. And we sent for her already regardless. “Hello?” Her voice crackles through the receiver. “It's King Arnold.” I say quickly, my words tumbling out in a rush. “We need your help. Hazel's condition is worsening, and we don't know what to do.” There's a brief pause on the other