Lucky sat upright with a start. His breathes came out heavily... Short and fast as if he had been running a marathon.
His eyes searched the room he was in. It was dim lit and his nerves were high pique. The pain shooting in the whole of his body was what had him looking down at his chest and stomach to see the wounds he had on were closed up but not the way his magic would have closed them up.
He swallowed hard, the memory of what had happened for him to get this injured replayed in his mind like a movie. He had not expected things to turn out this way. He had never expected to be alive after the fight and he counted it as a blessing.
This was indeed a miracle and he was happy about it. He now had two things to do; to heal the wounds and know where he was, to know who brought him there.
