The morning light shone through the bars of the cell. Evanna was still asleep, sitting on the ground with her legs sprawled out in front of her and her back and head leaning against the wall. After a horrible night's sleep, Evanna was surprised when her mind suddenly snapped into place, alert, ready for the new day. However, she was disoriented and forgot where she was, automatically reaching out for her swords.
Her hands grabbed the air, and she looked to the side only to see the hay and thin blanket atop it. Her eyes glanced around the room, and she sighed. With a frown forming on her face, she recalled yesterday's events and what led her to sit on the cold floor of an elven dungeon.
She shook her head then hissed. Her whole body ached from the position she slept in; her back, bum, and neck took the centre of attention. She stretched her neck one way and then the other, only to hear it crack.
