~ THALIA'S PONT OF VIEW ~
The sky looks too dull as I open my eyes slowly. My head still hurts, something kicking inside. "Where I am?" I said, looking around with my one eye wide opened.
"Good to know that you are awake, Hackensen." said a man with a long, black cloak. He's wearing a beautiful robe, embroidered with...
My eyes! I can't see things completely! But I know he's a man, a powerful man to be certain. "Can you see me now? Can you tell me who I am?" He asks me, holding a glass of red wine. Squirming it gently.
"Who... Who are you?! And why are you here with me?!"
Despite the fear inside of me, I try myself to open widely my eyes. To see things clearly, and to catch a glimpse of the man's face standing right before me.
"You don't have to worry, Young Lady. Try to move your head sideways and tell me who's seating next to you." He told me, but still, I can only peek at his broad, strong shoulders.
