Caspian opened his eyes, his vision shaky, and his head blighted with a strong dizziness. "I'm… back home…? Mom… must've brought us back."
He could barely remember the dream he had, but he did remember three major points. The archaic language… the melody of the song Minerva sang… and the mention of the name 'Marcus.'
'Shit…! I feel like throwing up,' Caspian muttered as he held his forehead and pushed his palm into it, trying to relieve the pain. As he glanced to his side, he noticed that Abby was still sleeping peacefully, so he decided not to disturb her as he stood up.
"What time is it…?" Caspian clutched his head tightly while grabbing his phone and checking the time. It was still very early, about four in the morning. After seeing the time, Caspian put his phone down while rubbing his eyes after the strain of looking at a bright screen.
