When he finally came to, they were moving. The first thing he saw was the great canopy of the Evil Forest and its towering trees. Sunlight occasionally pierced through the leaves, brushing against his eyes in soft, fractured beams.
Damon immediately noticed he was on a stretcher. Without much thought, he sat up, the stretcher rocking unevenly over the hilly forest terrain. He wondered how he had not fallen off with how many slopes and dips they had crossed.
The forest flora seemed more sparse here, and some parts of the ground were rocky, broken by patches of exposed stone.
His action of sitting up caught Renata's attention. She had been right next to his stretcher as four knights carried him.
Damon glanced at her when she smiled.
"Ohhh, you're awake. That's good… can you move?"
Her words sounded normal enough, but what Damon could not quite place was why she was whispering instead of speaking normally.
