Very early in the morning, before the first rays of light slipped through the dark clouds above, before the cocks had awoken to sing their merry song…
While the bountiful number of fools in the world still slept…
Eliron was asleep…
BANG!
Thunder raced across the sky, sending a violent tremor through the room, and accompanying it was a heavy wind that howled as it blasted past the curtains.
Eliron stirred in his bed, sat up straight and blinked.
His mouth still tasted sour, his eyes were half closed as he tried to blink out the sleep. For a few seconds, he just sat there, staring into the darkness without moving.
Then he let out a dragged sigh and jumped down from the bed, the cheap hay bed creaking as he stepped down.
'Waking up is always the hardest part of the day…'
While when it came to hard labour, Eliron was king, waking up was often a tug of war.
This was because nearly every night, he spent hours working on his mana capacity and using mana breathing.
