Awakening

Sleep and dream, and dream you did. The wildest dreams, frightening images of wolves and teeth, occasionally you awoke, drenched in sweat and shouting. You were aware that someone would come, dressed all in white, and help you back into the bed and wash you down with a cool sponge. You'd try to mumble thanks but your voice would not form words and soon you were drowning again in dreams.

You're unsure of how long this went on, constantly waking up in pain and horror, and being put back to bed... but at some point you became aware that days were passing. Your thoughts became clearer and you steeled yourself to fight. Each time the dreams came, you resisted more and more, remembering who you were and fighting with all the ferocity and tenacity that made that blood running through your veins so special.

You ate, you drank, you slept some more.

One night you were awakened, the lamp beside your bed was burning dimly and you could just make out the shadowy form sitting beside your bed. You smelled tobacco and alcohol, and you opened your mouth to beg for a drink, yet again barely a hiss came out.

"Partched, eh?", the figure asked jovially. You nodded and you caught the glimmer of the lamp in a flask drawn from the stranger's cloak. "Drink this quick. I'm sure the sisters here would disapprove. You need to regain your strength... we have a long journey ahead of us." He placed the flask to your lips and the warm heaven poured into your throat.

The stranger looked away as if listening for something. "We must make it back to Amber soon."

AMBER! You know Amber, you know who you are... you know you need to go there, but why?

"Sleep some more, I'll be back in a few days with supplies... if I'm not back, you'll have to come find me!", the stranger grunted. He leaned forward and you were able to focus for just a moment...

"Logan", you tried to croak, but the alcohol hit your brain and you were again asleep.


You awaken again, unsure of how long you've been asleep... you hear birds singing and the breeze carries on it a whiff of smoke and... gunpowder.

One of the nurses enters your room with a bowl and wash cloth.