"Alora" Zyran weakly whispered while slowly opening his eyes. As his vision began to clear, he was met by a pair of dark gray eyes that looked down at him with so much intensity, it made him feel uncomfortable.
"Sorry but, I'm not this Alora you speak of". A soft mature voice calmly responded.
Zyran frowned and sat up, forcing the woman to take a step back while silently observing his every move. He then began looking around him and noticed that he was surrounded by white curtains. Looking down, he saw that he was lying on a small bed while wearing a white gown, similar to the one found in hospitals.
"Why am I in a hospital and who are you" Zyran asked while looking towards the woman. She is a beautiful woman who seemed to be in her thirties, with long golden hair that was pulled back into a neat bun and dark gray eyes hidden behind a pair of glasses that had red frames.
