It was a bright morning, with gentle rays of sunlight filtering through the dense canopy of trees.
"Nnnn…"
Amelia's green eyes fluttered open groggily. A massive headache pounded in her temples, and she felt as if she had been asleep for a week. Despite the fatigue weighing her down, she slowly raised her body, holding her head in her hands.
She glanced around, noting the unusual calmness of her surroundings.
As her thoughts began to clear, a sense of panic set in. "N...Nathan?" she called out, her voice tinged with worry.
"Nathan!" she repeated more urgently, standing up and scanning the area.
The spot where Nathan should have been sleeping was empty.
"Lord Oscar?!" she called, but there was no response from him either.
Amelia tried hard to recall what had happened. Bits and pieces of memory floated back: Nathan had gone to collect firewood, and Oscar had urged her to rest. She remembered drinking something and then falling asleep.
