Elara
Everything felt... heavy. My chest, my eyes...
My limbs refused to move as I tried to move to see where I was. It felt like my body was held down by invisible heavy load. My head throbbed with a dull ache, as if a playing drum was placed there. I blinked once, then twice, trying to push past the fog clouding my vision.
Where... where was I?
The ceiling above me spun slowly, in my vision and it felt like i was inside a moving ball. A flickering candle cast dim light along the walls, and the sheets underneath me were sticky, damp... warm?
Sweat... and blood?
Panic jolted in my chest, and I wanted to stand up, but my body didn’t respond to it. I just lay there, unable to cry, unable to scream. Only breathing. Barely.
Pieces of memory began to push through the haze of my disorient
