“Mama, do you think she will ever wake up… this is the week of…”
I heard the voice of a little girl, just before she was cut off by her mother, piercing through the thick fog of darkness coating my entire being.
“Shush… we will talk outside. Considering her vitals and her chi’s rehabilitation, it is possible that she won’t be asleep for so long now. Come, let us go towards the kitchen. Your father will be coming back anytime soon.”
Dimly, I watched the mother take the little girl, whose height I couldn’t determine due to the haziness. They hadn’t noticed that I was awake.
As they walked out of the room, I tried to open my eyes fully and put my limbs into motion, but I was greeted with an onslaught of pain and agony, which reminded me of the events I had last recalled.
The beating. The triplets. How was I still alive?
I attempted once again to open my eyes fully, but the stinging pain forced me to close them just slightly. I would have to settle for a minute fraction of sight.
I tried to observe my surroundings but painfully discovered that I couldn’t even turn my neck to a different position. It was stiff and sore. However, I was certain that I was in a room constructed with red bricks.
How I ended up in this room when I should be on a journey to heaven or hell-whichever the goddess deemed fit for me-or how I was still alive and breathing despite the pain, I couldn’t comprehend.
But I knew one thing for sure-I wasn’t in my pack. Thank the goddess for that, at least.
How did I know? The bricks of the house were different from the ones used in our pack. That was one piece of good news.
Now, I just had to focus on recovering. How long had I been asleep though?
The little girl had been about to reveal something related to that when the older woman silenced her.
I couldn’t move, and I was sure that I couldn’t speak either, given the stinging sensation in my mouth.
So, I waited in silence until the people who had possibly rescued me, for reasons known only to them, would come in and explain themselves.
My stubborn eyes glanced at the drip steadily entering my body. There were some greenish substances inside it that weren’t liquid. Probably herbs, I concluded, not wanting to burden my brain with further questions.
Everything would be explained in due course, just as the true nature of Adam and his brothers had been exposed at the right time. Unfortunately, it had almost led to my death.
I would never forgive them for that.
Perhaps, the goddess had kept me alive to exact revenge on them.
Well, if that was the case, she better get me up and running.
I didn’t know how I was going to accomplish my revenge, but I was ready to do anything to make them feel the pain I had endured in my last moments. I clenched my teeth in determination, and a soft gasp escaped my lips due to the pain assaulting my jaws.
Oh god. I knew I was hurt badly by those evil lycans, but couldn’t a miracle happen to rid me of this pain? I thought, taking a deep breath.
But that, too, caused pain, and with it came the fog of darkness again, possibly triggered by the same dream that I had whilst in the holding cells.
Yes, the dream that had kept me company, not entirely, but it was the thing that had awakened me-a dream that seemed stupid and frivolous.
At least it had woken me up.
The fog was engulfing me once again, and I couldn’t do anything about it. I tried to fight against its suffocating grip, to forcefully open my eyes, to break free from the shroud that veiled my consciousness.
The pain coursing through my body served as a constant reminder of my fragile existence, but it also fueled a newfound determination within me.
In that moment, as I struggled against the fog and the searing pain, I realized the immense strength that resided within me.
I was not a mere victim; I was a survivor. The journey ahead would be arduous, fraught with challenges and uncertainty, but I vowed to defy the odds.
I would rise from the ashes of my shattered existence and forge a path of redemption, fueled by the burning desire for justice.
With that resolve firmly etched in my heart, I embraced the darkness once more, knowing that the battle had only just begun. I held onto the glimmers of hope, brought about by my slight healing.
For now that I have tasted life again, and a chance at revenge, I didn’t want to go back again. Now, I wanted to live.