Jace:
I woke up in a cottage, frowning when I found myself dressed in a white shirt and linen pants.
I gasped for air, but an old woman, almost sixty years of age, put a hand on my shoulder, pushing me down on the bed.
“Rest, son, you have been through a lot.” She said, her tone calmer than I thought that it would be. She was human, and I could tell, judging by the place, that she was most likely here alone. “I found you alone in the forest. Your family burned, I am sorry for your loss. My husband barely managed to get your body out of the fire. God knows what struggles you have all been through before things got to where they were.”
“Where am I?” I asked, ignoring the clench that I felt in my chest.
“My farm. You seemed to be heading somewhere, the car that you were taking was flippe
