Elise lay in her bed, the soft creak of the mattress fading into silence as she pulled the blanket tighter around her, the cool, smooth fabric doing little to ease the heavy weight pressing against her chest.
Her roommates' soft, rhythmic snores filled the darkness, a gentle hum that contrasted with the storm of thoughts swirling in her mind.
The faint, jagged cracks in the stone ceiling above seemed to taunt her, their uneven lines mirroring the doubts and fears crisscrossing her thoughts like a tangled web.
She let out a shaky sigh, her breath trembling in the quiet, as she wrestled with the crushing weight of her limitations.
Ranked number five in the class, her healing magic was nothing short of extraordinary, capable of knitting wounds closed in mere seconds, but it wasn't built for the brutal demands of combat.
