It was a quiet night in the glass castle. Quiet exept for the healers and family rushing around the small girls room. Her twin brother was being held back from the girl by his weeping mother. The girl lay on the small bed. She looked so small and weak and tired with her long red hair brushed away from her face and was curled up on her side. She was so so sick.

"I'm sorry. There's nothing we can do." The head healer said as she stepped away from the girl. The little boy started yelling and straining harder against his mothers grip. The mother shook her head. "There has to be something. What- what if we took her to the healers school in Wendelyn? What about the fae princess the one married to the heir in Terrasen? What about queen mauve in Doranelle? Could they help her? I- I just can't loose her. Dorian can't loose his twin. They're only six." The queen said looking at the healer with a begging look in her eyes as she pleaded with the healer.

"I suppose you could travel to those places and beg for help. It would be risky. It could kill her. But there's a small small chance it could work."

"Thank you. Oh thank you!" The queen said as she turned to her son, the crown prince of Adarlan.

"It's ok Dorian. It's gonna be ok. We're going to help your twin. It's all gonna be ok." She said as she hugged him.

"The King won't like it." The healer warned. The queen turned to the healer with a piercing fierceness in her eyes. "I will risk his wrath if it means saving my Skylark."

Skylark woke up breathing hard an covored in sweat. She'd been having these memories resurface to her in dreams for weeks. She shuddered as she got up and gathered her things in the small room of the keep in Wendelyn. The image of her twin brother yelling
and pulling to get to her swam in front of her vision. She missed him. It had been fourteen years since she had been sick. Fourteen years since her mother had taken her to heal her. Fourteen years since she had become some human/fae hybrid. Fourteen
years since her father had disowned her. Fourteen years since she had seen her brother. She sighed as she flicked up the hood of her cloak to it shaded her face. Today she headed for Mistward.