Realm Of Light

• THE 9TH HOUR [That Same Day], Brightburn Hall.

Corazón opened her eyes from a nice sleep to the saffron light of a warm bedchamber lamp. Rays twinkled in her hair, turning it dreamy gold. She turned her head to the right, staring out the parted curtains of her dorm room. It was furthest on the storey hallway, and her windows poured right out to a view of the school moors.

It was dark out. Night had fallen.

Rising from the bed, the mattress dipped at the edge as Cora paused to glance back and admire the girl on the left side of the wide bed: Skyla, her girlfriend.

Cora put out her hand to pull the blond strands off Skyla's temple; she was snoring softly. Cora smiled and watched her for a bit. Skyla had only just returned from the clinic, following that terrible misunderstanding between her and Israfel. But was it a misunderstanding though?