Awaken

Elora's point of view:

I felt I was in a cozy and comfortable place, my mind was chaotic.

I opened my eyes slowly, trying to focus on what I saw in front of me, I came across a boy's face, he was tall and had a charm all his own, he had red hair and tanned skin, he was tall and his gray eyes sparkled reflecting a wave of worry.

"Hi, how are you feel-"

His words seemed to get stuck in his throat as he looked at me, he seemed mesmerized by something. I felt a little uncomfortable with the smoldering look on my face, but I did my best to bear it.

"I'm sorry I'm Brayan, I found you by the frozen lake at the foot of the mountain, are you uncomfortable somewhere?"

"I-" * moan *

I tried to answer but my throat was dry and it burned when I tried to speak.

"Your throat must be dry, let me help you sit down for a drink of water"

He walked over and helped me to sit up in bed as he passed me a glass of warm water to moisten my throat.

I took the opportunity to better observe my surroundings, it was a simple room, but it conveyed a feeling of coziness and serenity, it was very comfortable.

I returned the cup to him and answered his question.

"I'm feeling fine, thanks for helping me"

"No need to thank me, just a little help. But if I may ask, what were you doing unconscious on the lake shore?"

"Um, being honest with you, I don't know either, my memory is fuzzy, I can't remember very well..."

"I understand, lie down and get some rest, I'll bring you some porridge"

I lay in bed lost in thought, my mind was blank and the only things I could remember was my own name, Elora, and that I couldn't stay there, I was in danger, I couldn't stay still, nowhere was safe.

I forced myself to calm down, had to stay calm and wait for the right moment to leave without being spotted.

* knock at the port *

"I'm bringing the porridge, may I come in?"

The boy's voice brought me back to reality, I asked him to come in and he handed me a bowl of hot porridge with a fragrant smell, it sounded delicious.

I thanked him and started drinking the porridge, of course, while I couldn't stop putting together my escape plan.