When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the stoned walls. I blinked continuously and tried to move my arms. By the time I was able to sit up, minutes have already gone by. I don't know how long I was out.
"Ciro," says an old woman's voice.
My vision was still blurry and my head dizzy. I looked around for the person calling me.
"Ciro, are you alright dear?"
The second time she spoke, I recognized her.
"Mother Maia?" I asked.
"Yes, sweetheart. I'm right here," she answered. I turned to my left and there she was, sitting beside me with her arm on my back. She's helping me sit.
"You've hurt your head," she said. "I used your water to clean the wound. I left a little for you to drink,"
"Thank you," I replied. When my vision finally cleared, I noticed where I was. I'm alre
