CHAPTER 89

ARIA

Faint noises, more like whispers from a far distance. My body felt rigid but warm and cozy. I tried opening my eyes immediately but it took a great amount of energy and strength. I could barely keep them open for a few seconds before I closed them back again. I took deep breaths through my very much dried up nostrils and shifted my head on the softness it was laid on. A pillow. The events of earlier came back gushing to my head and instantly I realized I wasn't dead. I was alive.

This gave me the energy to open my eyes again with doubled strength than before. It was dark. The cyrtains were drawn. I was in what appeared to be a small cottage room with minimal furnishings. There was no one present. I was on a bed and wrapped warmly in thick bed covers. The whispers had stopped and I realised they were coming from outside the bedroom or cottage. Probably passers-by or the occupants.

I groaned as I lifted my hand to take the covers off me. I wanted to check my wound. From how sore a