The Sultans Heirs

{Forgotten}

Adam

I felt pain. So much pain, but I didn't know why. I tried to open my eyes, but they felt too heavy. 

I wanted to see the source of the mysterious pain, but they remained stubbornly shut, leaving me feeling trapped and disoriented in the dark.

I could hear muffled voices echoing in the background, their words distorted and unclear.I felt my body being lifted, feeling a sense of weightlessness and leaving me floating in the unknown.

The world remained shrouded in darkness, adding to my situation's mystery.

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I tried to open my eyes again, but it was a struggle. I willed myself to keep trying, and eventually, I mustered enough strength to open them. 

My vision slowly began to clear, and light seeped into my sight. As my eyes finally focused, I found myself staring at a wooden ceiling.

In the moments after regaining consciousness, a wave of pain washed over my body, the intensity becoming fully apparent.

My head was throbbing, and the pressure intensified with each passing moment, becoming almost unbearable. It felt like my skull was about to explode, the pain throbbing with each beat of my heart, making it hard to focus on anything else.

"You're awake." A voice cut through the pain-filled haze, bringing a moment of clarity. The words were simple, 

yet they hinted at a presence nearby.

I turned my head slightly, searching for the source of the voice, but I groaned at the pain the motion had caused.

"Don't move. You're injured." The owner of the soft voice said, her tone laced with a hint of urgency.

I took the words to heart, resisting the urge to move, knowing that any movement could worsen the pain that coursed through my body.

Slowly, I turned my gaze to the side, allowing my eyes to drift in that direction. There, I saw a woman, her figure framed by the dim light in the room.

I narrowed my eyes, taking in her features. She was slim, with long dark hair and big brown eyes. She was pretty, but I had no clue who she was.

"Who are you?" I rasped. My own voice sounded foreign to me.

She rose from the stool she was perched on and stood before me, her figure looming above me.

"My name is Sarah." She introduced herself, and I stared at her, growing more confused. My eyes darted around the room that was bathed in warm candlelight.

The flicker of the flames danced on the walls, casting shadows that shifted and changed shape as they mingled with the gentle illumination. 

My eyes flitted around, taking in the details of my surroundings. The small, warm-lit space was filled with medical equipment, hinting at a medical setting, while the scent of herbs hung in the air.

"Where am I?" I asked, the words sounding hoarse and strained.

"This is my home." Her response was simple, but it only added more to my confusion.

"Well, what am I doing here?" My question hung in the air, and Sarah met it with a pensive expression. 

"I found you lying unconscious in the woods. You were severely injured. I brought you here to tend to your wounds."