BOOK TWO: VICIOUS
There have been many times when I awoke as a child to strange surroundings and had no idea how I got there. Hospitals, closets, under the bed. I should've been used to it by now. But waking up this time filled me with terror because of the sounds I heard before my eyes fluttered open: hard, human voices, squeaky wheels underneath me, and the faint wail of Saelis. Those three sounds together were eerie and not right at all.
Something rough jostled my arm, and a voice that reminded me of sandpaper said, "Almost awake. Take this one to the farm."
No, I'm not I wanted to answer because I must be dreaming. Somehow, I was still alive, though that could change in an instant. Why hadn't the Saelis killed me? What did these people want? Probably nothing good. I didn't even know where I was.