Alvira’s P.O.V.
A splitting headache was the next thing I could remember. My arms felt like lead and though I tried to shift and readjust them, I found my skin burning with pain at my wrists and ankles and the weight of a thin and rough blanket over my body. The heaviness in my head started to fade slowly, and as my blurred vision began to adjust to the darkened room I was sitting in, I saw a shadowed figure in the far corner. It stirred when I did, standing to a full height that was, as of now, indiscernible.
‘Alban?’ I tried to groggily reach out to my brother through our mind link. But something about it felt different when I tried. For some reason, I didn’t think that I could hear it correctly. It felt hollow.
My head shook roughly, and I groaned while trying in vain to stand agai
