Davina's point of view I bit my upper lips, biting back the pain that stung my knuckles. I stared blankly at the cracked mirror in the attached bathroom of my chambers, then briefly at the cuts on my knuckles. "Excezerra ver arouz" My eyes glued on the slightly opened cut, hoping it will magically get healed. But it didn't, instead I was greeted by the excruciating pains in my tummy. It was getting serious by the day. I drove my focus to the cracked mirror, I kept mumbling slowly, my gaze and utmost focus on the cracked lines. I concentrated, I pulled my hands up in the air, my lips moving fervently as I desperately tried to use whatever magic in me to have it fixed back and looking anew. After several minutes of trials, I groaned in desperation. Frustration and impatience, becoming a plight of mine. I still couldn't understand what has been happening to me this past days. Ever
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