Dreamworld

41

Naaza slowly opened her eyes.

A stone ceiling comes in her view. Looking aound, she sees the interior of a not so small room with medicine fragrance coming from everywhere in the room.

Looking at the bandages with medicine placed around the room, a bad premonition comes to Naaza's mind.

Turning her head she quickly takes off the blanket covering her arm.

What appears is not a hand made up of flesh and blood, but one with metal and sorcery.

Slowly lifting up her left hand, Naaza touch the prostetic arm.

A cold and hard feeling comes when her left hand touch the prostetic arm.

*Drip*

Tears forms in Naaza's eyes as she thinks of what has become of her.

'Why?', Naaza weeped silently while touching the metal arm.

She didn't know if she should be happy that she survived or sad that all