I jolted up, awoken by the sound of a drawn sword. A pang of pain spreads from the back of my head to my neck and forehead. I hiss at this painful feeling, and I blink as my eyesight is coming clear.
There are loud noises of an argument that I can't fathom nor understand, but it sounds like the voice of a woman. She holds a strong and dominant voice that anyone would cower in fear by the sound of her calling unto you.
"Why would anyone use the name of Dazia in vain and pretend?" however, Rhys' bold and powerful voice would always top anyone with a strong voice.
I groan out loud, as the feeling of the hot sun right above my head is only worsening the horrible situation I'm in. I recall the series of events that happened before, and I gasp. I frantically look around to notice that I'm still inside the boat, and it seems as if we've reached the island. I don't know whether I should feel relieved or worried.
