(Amelia)
"How are you feeling, sweetie?" Mom asked after she helped me drink a cup of water. I coughed a little and gave her a tiny smile.
"Better than expected. I'm just glad that my baby is okay. We lost a lot of people, didn't we?" I asked King Alastair, who was standing off to the side watching me.
As far as I could see, he looked fine. It's not okay in a sense because he was drained. But, physically, he looked better.
"Yeah. Most of them were my warriors here. For other supernaturals, they made it out okay. Some will take a lot of time to heal." He replied. I nodded my head, but I still couldn't get over the fact that Sig had died.
He had become a close friend of mine. At first, I was afraid of him because he was a giant and I didn't trust him.
But when I got to know Sig, he was sweet and gentle. I will surely miss him. As for the faires, only ten of them died.
