Chapter 29
When he woke, Sartin’s head throbbed worse than when he woke upon Maru’s island. At first, he thought it was night because it was so dark, but soon his eyes adjusted to the small streams of light that came through the cracks in the walls of the hut where the men had taken him.
Sartin didn’t remember ever sleeping so heavily. He heard the songs of his people in his head. His mother’s song rang clearer than it had since Sommar had rescued him from Maru’s island. Sommar’s song was still the loudest of them all.
Not aware of his surroundings, he had no idea where he was or how he had gotten there. His head heavy, Sartin struggled to sit up. With each move, a mysterious sound followed. Once he sat up, the cuffs around his wrists cut into his skin. Sartin repositioned his hands to
