Junior Sorceress Melisa Blackflame, Part Seventeen

{Armia}

The following day, Armia groaned as the first rays of sunlight peeked through her curtains, dragging her reluctantly from the warm embrace of sleep. She buried her face in her pillow, trying to block out the persistent chirping of the birds outside her window.

[Ugh, why do they have to be so cheerful in the morning? It's unnatural.]

But as much as she wanted to stay cocooned in her blankets, Armia knew she couldn't afford to laze about. She had training to do, skills to hone, a future to secure.

With a sigh, she heaved herself out of bed, wincing as her bare feet hit the cold floor. She padded over to her door, intending to grab a robe from a hook, when something caught her eye.

A letter, lying innocently on the floor, as if it had been slipped under her door in the night.

Armia frowned, bending down to pick it up.