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Fragments of Time (Chapter 1.3)
Scene 3 - The Mirror’s Pull
The cookies had come out fine, but her attempt at reading had failed to quiet her restless thoughts. Melody sighed, closing A Clash of Kings with a soft thud. She tossed the book aside and stood up, deciding to call it a night. The peacefulness of the countryside felt suffocating tonight, her mind swirling with too many thoughts—Renly, the new town, the heaviness of starting over.
Upstairs, the sound of running water filled the silence of the house. Melody let the warmth of the shower soothe her, washing away the tension that clung to her muscles. After drying off, she slipped into her pajamas, crawled into bed, and pulled the blanket over herself.
Sleep came quickly, but it didn’t last.
She awoke in the dead of night, a chill creeping into her room. Blinking groggily, Melody turned her head toward the open window. She hadn’t left it open, had she? The curtain was dancing in the cool breeze, its delicate fabric veiling the soft glow of the moon.
The room was bathed in a pale light, shadows moving across the walls as the curtain swayed. Melody squinted, and, for a moment, she thought she saw something—a shadow, darker and more solid than the others, moving just outside her window.
She sat up, her heart quickening. The air felt colder now, and the hair on her arms stood on end. Slowly, she got out of bed, padding across the floor toward the window. She leaned out,...
The cookies had come out fine, but her attempt at reading had failed to quiet her restless thoughts. Melody sighed, closing A Clash of Kings with a soft thud. She tossed the book aside and stood up, deciding to call it a night. The peacefulness of the countryside felt suffocating tonight, her mind swirling with too many thoughts—Renly, the new town, the heaviness of starting over.
Upstairs, the sound of running water filled the silence of the house. Melody let the warmth of the shower soothe her, washing away the tension that clung to her muscles. After drying off, she slipped into her pajamas, crawled into bed, and pulled the blanket over herself.
Sleep came quickly, but it didn’t last.
She awoke in the dead of night, a chill creeping into her room. Blinking groggily, Melody turned her head toward the open window. She hadn’t left it open, had she? The curtain was dancing in the cool breeze, its delicate fabric veiling the soft glow of the moon.
The room was bathed in a pale light, shadows moving across the walls as the curtain swayed. Melody squinted, and, for a moment, she thought she saw something—a shadow, darker and more solid than the others, moving just outside her window.
She sat up, her heart quickening. The air felt colder now, and the hair on her arms stood on end. Slowly, she got out of bed, padding across the floor toward the window. She leaned out,...
