The Moonsinger's secret...

Ramsey

My eyes fluttered open, squinting against the soft light filtering into the room.

Blue curtains swayed gently in the breeze from an open window. The room was filled with the sterile smell of antiseptic and stark white walls. My mind felt foggy, my head throbbed and my body felt sore as I tried to remember how I ended up here.

Where am I?

I looked down at my body noting my left leg was wrapped up with white bandages and then another on my left wrist, with plaster scattered all over my body. I counted five.

"Hospital,"

Lax's voice filtered into my consciousness. I could tell he was weak, from all the fighting and confrontation we had a while ago. Suddenly, a faint rustling in the room drew my attention before a voice came to my ears, instantly souring my mood – a voice I despised.

"Finally! You're awake."

It was Nathan.