Roar

Chapter seven

I woke up.

And the sunlight hits my eyes.

I opened them and I find myself in a wooden room.

A pair of gray eyes looked over me. My first instinct should be to run. But weirdly, I felt safe.

The eyes belonged to a boy. Not much older than me. By all I can see, he was wearing a cotton shirt and simple pants.

He held a bowl to my mouth. "Drink
Ceannaire Bródúil. You have to rest."

What did he just call me? Man, I wish I had Google translate on me.

I tried to get up, but my neck hurt. I stood up and the thin blanket fell off.

I soon realized I was in some sort of cabin.

I need to pee.

But before I even opened my mouth, the boy came running in. He helped me up and to outside.

He stood nearby as I did my business by the bushes.

Once finished, I followed him to a pond to wash up.

"What's your name?" I asked.

His grey eyes looked with mine.

" Ceann Flor."

"Oh. Um.. That's great."

My eyes caught my reflection in the water. My hair was gone. My eyes: brown. And my skin: tanner.

Fuck.

"Let's go."

But I didn't want to get up. I had a strange sensation. Like I wanted to follow him, but I wanted to go find my Ma and Pa.

Where were they? Where am I?