A PRECIOUS SOULA
mberlik’h gasped. She opened her eyes and blinked them furiously, trying to clear her vision. She could feel the cold earth beneath her. She brushed her hands around her body, feeling the scars on her stomach, back, thigh and neck. She scrunched her face, confused. She was alive.
She groaned as she crouched onto her knees. With a great heave, she stood up onto her bare feet. Looking down at her cold feet, she wriggled her toes and shook her head.
‘Where are my shoes?’ she mumbled, looking around the area around her, wishing she still had her enchanted rucksack.
She gasped suddenly as she recognised where she was. Surrounding her were the blue, arching, tattered trees that she had seen before. There were blue and violet bushes surrounding her, glistening as they trickle
