Her head was pounding. All Aletha had remembered was being beaten up by a group of smugglers. Other than that, she didn't remember much.
She moved her jaw and felt that her mouth was dry. Aletha then thought.
(This place is warm. Where am I?)
When her eyelids parted, she recoiled against the wooden wall, puzzled and questioning her surroundings.
"Huh? This doesn't look like Clearstar!?" The first thing that Aletha thought of after she awakened was to look at her arms and check for any bruises.
Strangely for her, though, her skin was as crystal clear and smooth as it had been before. She positioned herself against the wall and saw openings of light beams through the wooden arches in front of her.
Struck with confusion and awe, Aletha crawled over to the opening, squinting and smelling the scents. Quickly, her confusion was swept away by the sight of the beautiful view.
