Eralia’s POV
Voices, I can hear voices, faintly above me, my body is being jostled like I’m moving. I want to open my eyes, but they are just so heavy. I’m so cold, colder than I’ve ever been and I can’t move . . . I think I should be able to move but I’m too tired to try, maybe I’ll just go back to sleep for a little bit longer . . .
More voices, I’m no longer being bumped but I’m still moving and fast, I prise open one eye, lights flashing above me before a face appears. I don’t know them, they are saying something to me as a bright pin of light flashes across my vision. What are you saying? Where am I? Why am I . . . .
It’s loud, there is someone crying . . . I think it’s a child . . . Is it Austin? I need to get up, check on him . . . he might have fallen over . . . Austin? . . . I
