Fallen
The Last Light Company marched on for several more days before Bethiv finally ordered a rest. As the company settled into camp, the sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows over the hills. A small squad of young soldiers was assigned to prepare my tent, naturally under the watchful supervision of the Star Guard.
I dismissed them shortly after, claiming I needed to sleep. Luxxa protested, of course, but after a little convincing, she allowed Jenna to drag her away. Gith just stared at me a moment longer, his eyes narrowed, until, reluctantly, he followed.
It wasn't a lie, either. The Last Light Company had stopped for a single night only, and I wished for nothing more than to collapse and fall asleep snuggled up in Fable's fur. Even with my new enchantment, the constant pain of the sunpurge was wearying. That, along with my ever-increasing stress and anxiety about arriving at Brithlite, left me exhausted.