(MAYA)
Servants buzz around the palace like disturbed bees, preparing for tonight's ceremony where Griffin will officially reclaim his throne. It has been like this for the past few days, a flurry of activity all around, excitement in the air.
I'm in the lab with Jerry, my focus on something else entirely.
Humming, I study the pale liquid in the vial. "This may work to temporarily reverse the effects of the drug."
Jerry's eyes turn wide as he hurries around the counter. "You sure?"
"Well, we have nothing to test it on, unless you want to volunteer."
The healer immediately takes a step back at my all-too-cheerful tone, wincing. "No thanks. Once was enough for me."
I glance at the wall clock. "We are going to need some volunteers, though. But not today. The ceremony starts in two hours.
I have to go get ready."
Jerry makes a sound of agreement. "What are you going to wear? It's formal, so you need a dress, y'know."
