When I opened my eyes, I saw nothing... I was lying on my stomach, on something soft... Could it be... could all of this have been a dream?
I shifted to lie on my left side and tried to lift myself a bit. I attempted to get up, but suddenly had to moan and fall back onto the bedding. I felt a faint echo of pain in my left wing...
So it couldn't have been a dream... but who saved me then? Was it the owner of this mysterious voice? But if someone really still lived in this underground, then who was it?
