Lyra
Darkness pulled at the edges of my mind like thick vines, dragging me under. I drifted in and out of consciousness. The last thing I remembered clearly was screaming for Xavier, then someone hit my head.
Now, my head throbbed.
I could feel motion. First, it was the rough sway of wheels on gravel…next it was the unsettling rock of water beneath. Faint, salty air brushed past my nose and I tried to lift my head, but it was heavy.
A sharp cry echoed from within the shadows of my mind, telling me Xavier was near.
I need to wake up.
I didn’t know how many hours had passed, but when I finally opened my eyes, sunlight was shining directly at me, forcing me to squint. My throat was dry and raw, my limbs stiff. The smell of brine and rotting algae hit me first, followed by something wors
