The Awakening

Chapter Twelve

The Fae who had carried her, ensured that not a single word escaped his lips. Her awareness of her surroundings did not escape their knowledge. The thought was chilling- a sombre reminder that she truly knew nothing of the things Balor had involved himself in. The only sound that resonated was solid, determined footsteps and an eerie sweep of her dragging feet, in what Avelon had guessed was a hallway. A feeling of confinement had hinted at their surroundings, but Avelon knew the feeling could have easily been due to her entrapment in her own body.

The sweet, sickly scent that had incapacitated her had wafted around her senses as she was dragged along. Whoever had drugged her was urging the drug along as they walked- ensuring that she stayed subdued. The feeling of utter helplessness floated along her skin, prickling the sense of wariness and dread. She felt violated in a way that was indescribable.

"She should wake up soon." The same voice that had met her in the chamber spoke, addressing someone. Her ears prickled at the sound. She had to remember each of them in some way.

"O-okay." Brianne voice rung clear as she stammered, clearly stunned at the sight of Avelon being dragged into their room- again.

Gods, Avelon was thankful to hear a familiar voice. A somewhat friendly voice at that.

Reality struck true as she hit a bedspread, her body still uncooperative- she could not tell Brianne anything. What would she say?

"What happened?" Brianne's voice was laced with concern. A subtle hint of anger lined her words.

"We do not explain ourselves to you, filth." The Fae spat, his tongue clicking in irritation

A deep sigh broke the silence, soon replaced by the fading sound of footsteps.

"Fucking asshole." Brianne muttered under her breath- her voice seemingly closer than before.

Avelon felt warmth spread across her forehead as Brianne placed her hand there, then gently moved it to her cheek. After a few moments, Brianne pulled her hand away, only to place it somewhere else on Avelon's body. Finally, her fingers pressed against the side of Avelon's neck, checking for a pulse. The steady rhythm of her heartbeat made Brianne release a deep sigh of relief.

"What the hell happened, Avelon?" Brianne was questioning her, "Can you hear me?"

Avelon's breathing spiked, there was no indication that she had an ounce of awareness. How did Brianne know? Avelon inhaled deeply and blew out through her nose, trying to signal Brianne that she was in fact aware.

"I knew it. They gave you ciorra- it shuts off your body to an extent but not your mind. You should be able to open your eyes." Brianne declared, the bed dipping on Avelon's side signalling that she was now seated. Avelon's nostrils flared. She could not, in fact, open her eyes.

"The rest of your functions should return within a day." Brianne's reassurance did not have the intended effect on Avelon's wildly spiking mind and thoughts.

A day? Avelon was trapped inside her body for a full day? Gods, she really wanted to punch that Fae that poisoned her, in the throat. Avelon made a mental note to request a very detailed description from Brianne on what a Ciorra looked like and how it was used.

"Why did Balor use it on you?" Brianne continued thinking out loud, earning a mental eye roll from Avelon. She made another mental note to enlighten Brianne regarding that too. Her list of mental notes was growing by the second.

"Okay, let's do this. I assume you can't open your eyes, which means you got hit with a hell of a dose. So, instead, breathe deeply for yes and stay still for no." Avelon did not move, she wasn't sure she wanted to do this with Brianne.