Hazel woke up finding herself on a bed. She looked around and found the torches in the wall had been put on to illuminate the room. The room was unfamiliar which startled her and her heart began pounding again. She was afraid that maybe being saved by Arzaan was a dream and she had been taken by someone else.
She quickly jumped down from the bed and walked to the window to see if there was a away for her to jump down and escape. Reaching there, she saw that she far off from the ground. Jumping would only mean suicide. She chuckled at how helpless she was and shut her eyes tilting her head up to look at the sky. She opened them again and saw that she was no longer in Sigurd. The place was dark but not because of the environment or the darkness that filled the land but because it was night. She looked at the moon that had long risen and breathes in relief.
"At least this is not that place," she murmured under her breath.
