Twenty-One
Stunned. Again. I guess I should have seen that coming.
The cold is the first thing I feel. The pathways in my brain are still as sluggish as if someone blocked them with cotton wool, but I can definitely make out the cold. It seeps through my clothes and starts a shivering deep within me. I wonder what happened to my jacket, and then I remember transforming it into a mattress.
The second thing I notice is the song. Distant, eerie, and beautiful, it conjures up images of travelers being lured through mists to their demise. It’s too far away for me to make out the words, but the hypnotic melody has woven its way into my mind in a way that makes it difficult for me to think about anything else.
With a great effort, like lifting a slab of stone with only my hands, I finally for
