After what felt like eternity, consciousness swirled into his body and his limbs moved. Slowly, his eyes fluttered open, they blinked, and they welcomed nothing but blurry images. His ears heard voices, like echoes from afar, but he knew it was from inside the room, murmurs, and then gasps. Slowly, he began to make out something from the blurriness. At first they became shapes, and the shapes were now images, clear images, until he could make out familiar faces, faces he had known almost all his life. Mr Baldwin, the royal physician, and two servants. And yes, one of the servants was Dalen. Eric stirred, although he had not even attempted to move his body, he already felt sore, very sore like someone trampled by a thousand horses.
Mr. Baldwin was the first to notice Eric regain conscious
