Zavian felt warm and cosy. He felt his head being placed on a very soft object while he was being engulfed in a protective hug.
"Zavian ."
Someone's soft voice called out his name, gently and slowly some patted his head, "wake up Zavian ."
The sweet honey-laced voice invaded his ears, as he slowly opened his eyes, he found himself in a beautiful place.
He also saw the face of the owner of that melodious voice. It was a beautiful woman with pale skin and beautiful black eyes which shined like a galaxy.
Her brown hairs were long, and she wore a beautiful flower crown, as she smiled at Zavian as if she was looking at her child.
"Are you finally awake?"
It didn't take long for Zavian to recognize this woman, the same woman about whom he had been hearing since he was born, the woman he had worshipped all his life.
