Astrea
I was in pain yet, slowly, I started to wake up. My head felt like it might split. Wincing, I groaned and turned around. Without opening my eyes, I started to massage my temple, hoping that it would reduce the suffering.
"Wake up, darling," a dreadful, deep voice whispered, and I felt my whole body stiffen. I focused on the scent of my environment. The atmosphere wasn't familiar to me. I sniffed the air, hoping to catch a whiff of the person who spoke to me, but nothing. Maybe they had somehow inhibited his scent.
Frowning, I forced my eyes to open. The room was dark. However, with the gift of our night vision, it wasn't hard for me to look around. Though it wasn't as clear as it would be during the day, I could look around just fine.
I wasn't in the palace. I realized. My su
