Myth

Valine's eyes fluttered open. She repeatedly blinked in an effort to adjust her vision before noticing the unfamiliar ceiling. She groaned while sitting up straight. Her head was foggy and she felt a moment of lightheadedness causing her to close her eyes. She wetted her parched lips as she cast her eyes about the space she was in, which she eventually concluded to be the infirmary. As soon as she noticed the water glass on the nightstand, she immediately took off the lid and drank from it. Her parched throat was soothed when the cold water went through it. She rubbed her temples as she made an effort to recall the events leading up to her loss of consciousness. Right. The paintings of the white wolf and the terrible headache. Her eyes briefly travel to the room's wall clock.  It was already 11:00 in the evening.  She was ready to stand when the door sprang open to reveal Lily, who was dressed in a black sweatshirt over a shirt and shorts. When Lily looked in her direction, she force a