“Zya? Can you hear me?”
In the darkness Zya's senses began to return to her. The pain remained. “Ondulyn? Moon Goddess?”
“She knocked herself out good and proper,” another voice observed, “let us get her to her feet. We need to get away from here.”
In the distance came the distinct ring of sword against sword. Zya opened her eyes slowly, trying to see who held her in the near-darkness. “Ju? Is that you?”
“It's certainly no Moon goddess. She resides up there.” Ju pointed, and Zya followed his gaze. A great white moon hung low in the sky.
“What happened to me?”
“Feel your forehead. That might answer your question.”
Zya touched tentative fingers to her face, and winced at the pain.
“Best guess we can give is you ran flat into something during your little moment of panic.” The voice wa
