~RAMON~
My heart was as restless as the waves of a raging sea as I gazed upon my love in the bed.
She had not opened her eyes since that incident, and she moved not a single muscle in her body. I did not know if she was dead or alive. A small piece of cloth was placed on her head, and the priestess held her hand, placing another on her heart. The candles burned bright, and the scent of incense penetrated my nostrils as the priestess had her eyes shut and her lips trembled in prayer.
I was owed an explanation by the stars. This would be the very first time that I would experience something like this. Irene did everything that was expected. She had passed a bigger test in the cave of fire. Why would she lose her strength, balancing between the thread of life and death, over something as
