It's been hours since I woke up. Three to be exact, but it feels like so much longer. My body is sore, like I’ve been beaten to a pulp. Every inch of me aches, but I try to ignore it. I try to tell myself that it doesn’t matter, that I’m alive, but deep down I know it’s worse than just physical pain. Something’s off, I don’t feel like myself. I don’t even know who I am anymore.
The old woman who found me said something strange, something I can’t stop thinking about. She told me the river swallowed me. And then, for reasons she couldn’t explain, it spit me back out. I don’t know what she meant by that, but it felt like she was trying to tell me something important. Something I wasn’t ready to hear. I should’ve died. I shouldn’t be here, not like this.
I stare at the sword beside me… my f
