>>Persephone
I stared at the four men, their eyes full of anger and fear as they glared at me. My body ached, every breath hurt, but the worst pain wasn't physical. It was the confusion, the terror of not knowing what had just happened.
What was happening???
"Val…" My voice cracked. I couldn't understand. One moment I was…where was I? The last thing I remembered was the dragon—touching its cold, dead scales—and then…nothing. Just pain, the burning light, and now this.
Val's face was torn, his sword drawn as he stood between me and the others. I reached out toward him, desperate for him to understand.
"Val, it's me," I rasped, "I don't know what's happening, but I swear, it's me. I don't… I don't know how I got here. Please."
His hand tightened on the hilt of his sword. His face flickered between anger and something softer—hesitation, maybe. He didn't move closer, but he didn't attack either.
