Spirit of the Ashes: A Nyssara story

Chapter 3

Sara's POV

\I wake up. Is this what death feels like? I feel something soft underneath me and open my eyes. I look around, an enormous room comes into view. It is decorated in reds and golds. The wooden panels gently slopes into the floor. Wine colored curtains are pulled back to reveal large windows. I lay in a queen sized bed with the same color scheme. I feel a sticky-wet substance on my stomach. I carefully unwrap some bandages to see a sickly green paste smeared on it. I try to wipe it off and find that the cut has almost healed. I look at it in confusion, how is that possible? I try to sit up, but a something firmly pushes me back down. I look around confused and a girl comes into focus. Her hand is resting on my chest, preventing me from getting up. I try to protest but she calmly keeps me from getting up.

Eventually, I give up and lay back on the bed. I think I see a flicker of a smile on the girls face before she goes back to where she must have been sitting.

I blow hair out of my eyes and look at her. Her caramel skin seems calloused and tough, as though she has spent a long time working out. She has long raven-black hair that frames her face perfectly, with high cheekbones and cold mahogany eyes. She wears a long black robe with red accents and a black hood. It seems to match perfectly with the room.

I sigh and snuggle deeper into the blankets. I think I hear her chuckle but I can't be sure. Smiling I close my eyes, and fall back asleep.