ELISE
There are voices surrounding me. They pierce my subconscious like buzzing flies, pulling me from the depth of unconsciousness even though I am not ready. They are faint but I am able to decipher their words
“Her fever has gone down so she can be moved. This kingdom is no place for her anymore.” Someone says.
“Were you followed?” Another asks.
“No, I made sure of it.” A voice says, sounding very familiar. They all sound very familiar.
I groan and the voices stop immediately. I peel my eyes open to find many faces hovering over me, the foremost of them with marked worry carved into his brow. Falcon, and the rest of the resistance by the look of it.
He sees me awake and steps back, his face going blank and I stand up, immediately regretting it. My head feels like the insides h
