Peace, unlike any other, enveloped Islinda. It was warm, comforting, and sweet, and she didn't want to let go of that sensation. However, it didn't last forever, as a sharp pain ripped through her, causing her to awaken with a startled gasp.
Islinda stared ahead, but everything was blurry to her. Her head throbbed as if a thousand drums were pounding inside it. She blinked a few times, slowly her vision returning. The pain had lessened to a tolerable level, but she ached all over as if she had been trampled in a stampede.
But there was no stampede. The last thing she could remember... What was the last thing she could remember? Islinda strained her brain to recall, and then the memories came rushing back, causing a surge of pain to slice through her mind, making her wince.
