You wake up to sore muscles and dark blurry vision. Most of your senses are still mute, leaving you unable to get a clear grasp of your surroundings. You try again to gain sight but its proven impossible at this time. After a minute or two of lying in still soreness you hear someone enter the room and close the door behind them. The soft tapping of hard leather soles and a stone ground makes it's way over to you before sitting in a chair; by this point you've deducted yourself be laying in a bed, different from the last dream session. A strong and familiar woman's voice fills your ears, "I hope you can hear me Alice. Don't worry, we'll get you better." The small amount of comfort those words brought left you falling right back to the abyss.
Go to chpt 24
YOU ARE READING
A Tale Not Yet Told (CYOA)
FantasyThough hungry minds gather to read, it is of great stride to announce that this story cannot be read, for it has yet to be writ. If however, you wish to embark on this adventure; may you continue it on your own. Be wary of the choices you make e'r...
