SUFFERING THE AFTERMATH OF ECRATAS
He slowly opened his lids, reluctantly revealing his mixed-colored eyes. Richmond gazed around seeing the familiar furniture and the table frame consisting of his mother and Shelia standing close, his mother's hands were thrown over Sheila's chubby body, huge smiles on their faces.
He could distinctly hear the sound of nightbirds chirping happily in the tree close to his windows, oblivious of the power of migraine that was raging in his head.
Richmond held his head in his hands, it felt like his head had grown ten times the normal size. It was painfully heavy, he groaned aloud.
Richmond heard a small whisper in her mind, "Ecratas!"
Everything came crashing into his mind like a whirlwind, recollecting the memories of everything that had happened a moment ago. Richmond could feel his temperature warming hot, burning brighter and brighter.
