Amaela groggily opened her eyes to familiar goblin snarls. For a year, those snarls had been her only companion. As strange as it sounded, without the voices she would have probably gone insane by now.
She picked up her cracked lens and got off the bed. As she did, her eyes fell on her reflection in the mirror. Her skin was paler than it had ever been before, and the dark circles under her eyes had already become a defining feature of hers.
An oversized t-shirt clung to her body as she walked to the balcony.
"Alright… let's try this one more time…" she mumbled, reaching for the thick curtain.
Taking a deep breath, she pulled the corners, letting sunlight in. She looked away as she put her bare feet in the sunlight of the setting sun.
At first, nothing happened, but before she could sigh in relief, the pain hit her again.
"SON OF A BITCH!"
Amaela screamed, holding her burned leg while jumping around the room on the other.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" she kept cursing.
