"Ah, I see that you are awake," A young man's voice says to me, "How are you feeling?" I sit myself up, and I feel a slight pain in my left leg, and it feels like my leg is still there, I throw the covers off and see a bandaged up stub where my leg used to be. "Yeah I found you lying in a field bleeding out, you must've gotten into some serious trouble. The very fact you are still alive is a miracle, a true blessing from god."
I look at him and notice that although he sounds young, his face shows signs of stress and aging, he has grey in his raven-black hair, and he wears a beard that seems to be hacked down in a rushed and aggravated manner. He has the expression of a kind but strict old man, and the body of a warrior.
"I am doing fine I guess," I reply in kind, and I look around myself, curious about where I am I venture on to ask, "Although where am I? Is this your home?" The man looks at me and smiles warmly.
"I am glad you are feeling better," He responds, "You are correct to assume this is my home, it isn't much but it is what I have, I hope you can make yourself comfortable here while you get used to your current predicament." And he bows his head and leaves the room closing the door behind him.
I decide to get up and look around the room and notice a curtained window, so I drag myself up and, while using the bedpost as a support, I pull the curtain away and look outside. It is marvelous and vast, with beautiful trees with pink leaves and blue-ish white trucks, and fantastical grass in shades of purple, the sky is a brilliant pale blue that makes the tips of the blades of grass glow violet, and the tree leaves glow a pretty lavender-ish color.
This scene reminds me of the one I saw in the dream I had seconds before I found myself here. I try to pry open the window to get a better view of the outside but upon removing my hand from the support of the bedpost I collapse, grabbing the curtain on my way down and ripping it in half. The thud of my fall ricochetted across the house and there is no way of hiding the damage I have done. Within moments the man re-enters the room and rushes to my side and he helps me back up into my bed.
"Be more careful," He says in a worried tone, and he then sees the torn curtain and he sighs, "I guess I will have to replace that. Please don't strain yourself, I don't want you getting hurt worse than you already are." And with that, he leans over to pick up the torn curtain, walks out of the room, and closes the door behind him.
I lie down for several minutes when the man comes back with a new curtain, he walks over to the window and removes the rod that hung over the window, removes the old curtain, and then hangs up the new curtain. When he starts to leave again I decide to ask him a question.
"Who are you?" I ask him and he turns to face me, "I know you have done your best to take care of me and my injuries, but I would like to know your name at least." He looks at me and responds to my question.
"My name is Zane Komoku," He says, the last name sounding familiar, but I cannot place from where, "And to answer your question from earlier about where you are, this room that you are in is my missing daughter's bedroom, her mother passed away a couple of years ago, and it hit her in a tough way, she ran away a few months ago into the forest and I haven't seen her since." His voice drops into a low and melancholic tone, and I can tell he is suffering a lot, but I must know.
"What was your daughter's name?" I venture unsure of how he will respond, he looks at me with a face filled with pain and emotion and he stares and then responds.
"Omnisce, she was born with a curse that exiled her from light, I can't imagine what might've happened to her in that forest," He says, and then it clicks, she is the girl who saved me a while back, this is her room, and her father, "Why do you looks shocked? Is something wrong?" He looks at me in worry.
"I met your daughter a few weeks ago, she saved my life," I say and his face changes from one of grief into one of shock, "I met her in a forest far from here, and then she ran away." He looks at me with a newfound light in his eyes, a hope to see his daughter again.
"Thank you," He says, "I am glad my child is alive and well." With that, he stands up and walks out, and closes the door behind him. I sit there for a little over an hour before I feel myself drift out of consciousness. Darkness, no dreams, no thoughts, just blissful darkness is all that accompanies me within my sleep.
When I reawaken from my slumber I see a plate of hot food on my left, I sit myself up and grab the food, and eat. My hunger quickly abolished as I fill my stomach with the fresh, warm food laid out before me. When I finish I place the plate back on the table and lie back down and I stare at the ceiling thinking about how calm it has been since I lost my leg.
After about three minutes of lying down, I hear Zane open the door and pick up my plate. He turns to smile at me and leaves the room closing the door behind him. I sit up and look at the door and notice a sturdy stick, supposedly to be used as a support so I can walk, leaning against the wall next to it.