Drakania
“Drakania, we need you to wake up,” softly whispered a voice. My head hurt. Dear goddess, I have never felt so much pain. It made me slightly nauseous. I could feel myself slouched in perhaps the most uncomfortable chair I’ve ever passed out in. My mind raced trying to figure out how I got in this damn chair, but I couldn’t remember. I had regained feeling in my right hand, which was interesting. I thought it would have taken a few days to heal, but I could feel myself making a fist. Maybe it had been a few days.
Your carelessness has gone too far, scolded Emris. You almost got us killed.
It was never my intention to kill myself. Not this time anyway. We need to draw more power if this spell is going to work.
The spell won’t work if you die in the process.
