Nooro groaned in pain and agony as he slowly gained his consciousness. Rubbing his head at the place where he had been hit,he propped himself on his elbow and looked around.
Hearing sounds of faint movement behind him,and being too weak to take any immediate action,he said slowly but threateningly,
"Wh-where am I ? Answer me capturer or face my wrath!".
No reply.
" Answer me I say!"
"Well dear 'patient' ,you are in no physical neither mental condition to hurt me. Are you?", the sweet,nightingale-like voice of a girl said from somewhere behind him. He turned his head to look at her and drew a sharp breathe.
It couldn't be. The girl was more beautiful than an Angel and more perfect than the word itself . She was divine....