Broken Spears

Gingerly you untwist yourself from your blanket and stand. The fire is reduced to dying embers in the corner and cold drifts in through the open doorway. Your twin sister, Vena, is not in her bed across from you. Her sheets are tussled and knotted together as though she left in a hurry, and her cloak is gone. This, you know, is what caused you to wake up. You can never sleep far from your twin.