The next morning, I woke up with a knot of nerves in my stomach. I lay in bed for a few moments, staring up at the wooden ceiling, listening to the distant sounds of the bustling city outside.
The sunlight filtering through the small window was soft, but it felt harsh against the tightness in my chest. Today was the day.
Slowly, I sat up, pushing the blankets aside and stretching my aching limbs. The excitement I had felt last night was now replaced by a nervous energy that buzzed just beneath my skin.
I knew I had to face it head-on. The test Sylia had mentioned weighed heavily on my mind. I couldn't afford to fail.
After a quick breakfast, I dressed in my light, comfortable clothing, something I could move easily in.
My fingers lingered over the straps of my satchel, making sure I had all my supplies. I mentally went over the checklist in my head: healing potions, herbs, basic weapons. Everything seemed in place.