Then, of course, the events that had transpired started coming back to me. My mind had been cold, numb I felt it begin to thaw in this homely room. I was in a cozy bed, wrapped in blankets. The fireplace in the corner of the room was the source of it. I was able to open my eyes easily this time the light in the room was gentle, pulsing softly. Giving up, I let myself slip into unconsciousness. I realized faintly that I had fallen over after only a few steps. I didn't want to think about the implications of that right now. My head began to throb, and I tried desperately not to think. The group seemed to know what they were doing, and I highly doubted I could accomplish anything on my own in this state. "I'll do what I can, but first we'll have to get you inside and out of the rain." It must be from the head injury," the Professor said, frowning. Unfortunately, I couldn't answer this question either. Her face was open and friendly I naturally wanted to confide in her, to ask her for help. "What were you doing laying unconscious in the middle of the woods like that?" The silver haired boy (the Professor's brother?) spoke up. Just a little sore, I guess." I was wet, too, but surely they already knew that. After a few seconds I was able to force my mouth to form words. I blinked, unable to find my voice at first, unsure if I even had one. "Give her a moment to think," the solemn man finally spoke, "it's only natural for her to be disoriented." I realized that his voice was the first I'd heard upon waking up. "Are you okay?" The boy in red asked me, breaking me out of my thoughts. He had spiky auburn hair and a piercing gaze he watched me quietly, one hand resting on the hilt of the sword at his hip. Finally there was the man at the back of the group, standing a little further away from the rest. The others…there was a brunet boy in red, a blonde haired, blue-eyed girl, and a young silver haired boy that looked like he could be related to the Professor. There was some concern in her gaze, but at the same time she seemed wary. There was the woman kneeling next to me, the Professor-she had short silver hair and wore an orange tunic, and she had some kind of staff in her grip. They were all wearing clothes that I immediately considered strange though when I tried to remember what normal was supposed to look like, I found that I couldn't. Finally I looked up, faintly curious as to who had helped me.įive people stood before me. Gentle hands helped me sit up, and dizziness caused me to rest my head between my knees. How old was I again? Now I opened my eyes fully, allowing my sensitive pupils to adjust accordingly. "I think she's waking up!" Another voice came, that of a young girl, one my age…that was a strange thought. The light hurt, though, and I forced them shut again. I tried to open my eyes, and found I had the strength to do so. How had I ended up there? I wanted a warm bed, someplace to get a restful sleep, not the hellish one I had been trapped within earlier. The voices were also coming from above me, which meant I was probably lying on the ground. We should get her out of the rain before she gets sick." Now a female voice spoke, presumably the Professor. "Is she all right, Professor? That scrape on her forehead." A male voice came from my right. Gradually, I lost awareness of everything. I was an isolated consciousness, barely aware of my own thoughts. There was little I could do besides exist, and hope to escape from this black eternity. I had never known a darkness so deep, so unforgiving as this.
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