redphantasm

Kaya awoke to blackness.  She opened her eyes, or had she already?  Honestly she couldn't say.  She could hear though, the gentle clop of horses' hooves.   Far off she heard men's voices, though what they were saying she couldn't tell, and beyond them, almost imperceptible was the chorus of crickets, the orchestra of the Thornwood. Slowly she was becoming more and more aware of herself as if waking from a deep sleep.  Her mouth was dry, her throat sore.  She felt the burn in her legs, the red hot ache of overworked muscles.  And it was at that instant that the pain in her head roared to full life. It was there suddenly, where before there h