Elara opened her eyes with sheer force. She felt like it had been a century since she was sleeping. She had come in and out of consciousness so many times.
Each time she stirred, she felt a hand on her hair, her forehead who asked her to sleep again. Urged to rest and improve. It must be a dream. Because now, when she had finally opened her eyes and her mind was alert, she only saw an empty room. She was still in the locked room where Lenhart had taken her after the attack in the woods.
The only difference was, someone had bought a mattress and warm blanket for her to rest. Her stomach growled the moment she sat up. She rubbed it knowing well there would not be any… food?
She looked at the plate as if it was a figment of her imagination. But she did not feel dizzy like before. Her mind was clear, everything around her looked real. She did not sway anymore and her body did not tremble when she walked.
