I tried opening my eyes, but they didn’t seem to respond. I was weak and so very tired. I felt like I was in a bed; at least there were soft things around me. I could also feel a weight on my chest, but any concerns I had about my condition vanished as I recognized the smell of Maya’s hair. I drifted back to sleep and rested for what felt like a long time until a firm hand clasped my shoulder. “Alex, son, it’s time to wake up.” My eyes opened, but were unfocused, registering only a blob of color standing above me. I blinked and it was like a series of magnifying lenses started to snap over my eyes, each layer adding additional sharpness to the image until I could see every line and crack in the polished wooden planks that made up the ceiling of our tower room at the top of the keep. Shifting my attention to my father, I watched him smile tentatively, but the crow’s feet near his eyes showed that he carried a great burden of worry.
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