The first thing I am aware of is warmth. I don’t remember feeling warm in a long time. And softness, I appear to be enveloped in softness. There is a sweet, though slightly medicial, scent in the air. I don’t know where I am but for the moment I can’t remember where I should be and I am comforted by the warmth and the softness and sweet scent, so I don’t panic.
With my eyes still closed I stretch, wanting to enjoy the feeling of extraordinary comfort. My joints complain. I become aware of a searing pain in my shoulder and another in my thigh. My sudden cry of pain breaks the silence.
My eyes shoot open but I see nothing. Listening instead of the sounds of footsteps, a reaction to my cries. But there is nothing. I relax slightly. My eyes, no longer blinded by panic, start to see the room. The walls are curved, I am in a four poster bed in a circular room made of stone, there are bars on the windows.
I remember now. I remember the battle. I remember the seering pain of steel cutting through my flesh, first in my thigh, then my shoulder. I remember falling. Seeing my blood spilled on the stony ground. I remember the quest. Our small band and our mission. I wonder who else had fallen.
I try to rise and I cannot. I turn my head wildly to try and see why my hands won’t move. I see ropes round my wrists. Looking to the foot of the bed I see ropes ties to the foot of the bed and the their taught stretch under the covers to my feet.
I am captured.
Recent Comments