Chapter 8

After that storm, Ysabella found herself in her room. She didn't know how and who carried her since Hades is weak that day. She winced in pain as she felt her head was throbbing, she didn't know how many hours she had slept. The stars in the sky were nonexistent, as between us arose puffs of gray. Those balls of cotton seen during the day shifted into streams of gray the color of ash and soot. They blanketed the sky, hiding the full moon in its full glory behind them. But the moon fought, oh how it fought to shine its light on the earth. But the clouds stretched over the sky, giving it a hazy ominous feel. "Ugh it's night," she muttered as her hand massage her temple, her neck seemed to hurt during her sleep. She walks slowly barefooted and looks at her window. As always people are busy with what they are doing and some are preparing for the night. Some kids are also playing with their siblings or friends and she can also see that some are enjoying singing with their guitars an