It's never to late to be what you might have been.
- George Eliot
Neith's Pov
Darkness.
Darkness engulfed me in a thick woollen blanket. I felt a dull pain throbbing at the base of my skull, my eyes closed shut and my body cold. Cold as the piercing winter wind that made one's teeth chitter.
I tried opening my eyes but they didn't obey my command.
Again. Try again.
I willed myself with all my strength to open my eyes but I couldn't. Panic started to set in. Why! Why wasn't I able to open them.
Maybe I was stuck in a dream?
Before I could get my thoughts together I heard the faint sound of footsteps.
"Seems like she is still out cold," came a husky voice. Seems like there was a man near me.
"She won't wake up for a few more hours. The sedative we gave her are very powerful so she
