Chapter 67 - The Necromancer Awakened

Gerald awoke feeling horrible. As though he had been drinking heavily, but on an empty stomach. It was daylight, much to his eyes chagrin as he opened them, and he felt a strange rocking motion beneath him. The ceiling looked like a tan cloud that gave him shade from the direct light of the sun overhead. He groaned, hating his parched throat as it hurt to even do that. "PROPHETESS! HE'S AWAKE!" A shout came from a child nearby. He winced at it, mostly at the fact that it sounded like it was directly in his ear. He turned his head and saw through his fluttering eyes the child who had shouted it. The little boy smiled at him, and then scampered off towards the back of the wagon. For a wagon it was.