I remembered the beholder. Remembered the sunbeam spell and a moment of pure joy as the eye stalks shriveled from the damage. And then nothing. Until now.
It was, it was not a bad awakening. I smelled lavender and heard my name as if from a distance. “Yah! What?” I tried to sit up and Ian was beside me. “Just breathe. Breathe. Mmmmmm. And release. Haaaaaaa. Relax, Indira. You’re safe.”
I didn’t think I was going to be able to sneak away from the group. The dwarf guy, Albion, kept talking to me. All about how being a “Marked One” doesn’t mean he’s evil. How it’s not his fault. How he’s a good guy and on and on.
I had the kid on one side of me and the dwarf on the other. The kid was talking nonstop. “I climbed that tree.” “I’m tired.” “Can I have ice cream?”
The new mage was walking right behind me and making me feel nervous all over.Older Posts »