Monique groaned as a small amount of shined in the room, "Five more mimutes." She mummbled rolling onto her side but she had forgotten that she had been sleeping on the table so she fell to the ground, "Owwww!" She complained with an exagerated whimper as she pushed herself up on her arms, "Cel what year is it?" She asked thinking it was a bit more funny then asking the time of day as she sat up on her knees. Her legs felt like jello making it a little hard for her to get to her feet at first but soon she was fine. She saw Celestial with an oil latern and went over to her and looked at her other sisters who had yet to awaken.<br/><br/>She looked around and saw how everything was covered in dust and dirt along with her dress. Many years must have passed by and she had not woken up once so at least the spell had worked. She wondered if the trials had eneded and that the hatred and fear of witches had vanished from the world but for now she had to await her other sisters.