Klara's POV
My eyes suddenly fluttered open and I stared blankly at the ceiling. I panted, squeezing the bed covers tightly with an uneasy smile marring my face. I felt relieved to have woken up from that precarious dream.
"Klara." After a time of trudging and sighing, someone called out my name. I turned my gaze to see who it was.
It was Martha. Martha's behavior seemed to have made a 180 degree turn as she meticulously handed me half-dozen energy bars.
"Here, the healer said you can have these." She seemed very frightened and scared, but I stared deep into her eyes raising my eyebrows, without a fluctuation in my expression, I collected the energy bars.
For a moment, I seem to recall that Henry rescued me from those treacherous warlocks.
I subconsciously looked out the window trying to check what time of the day it was. "How long have I been out?" I asked, my throat seemed parched but I didn't mind.
