PROLOGUE
As my eyes open and shut, pain flashes through my body. I see walls surrounding me, made of clay and stones. Where am I? My mind races. I take in my surroundings between the flutters of my heavy eyelids. Suddenly a searing pain in my head forces my eyes shut. I scream in pain, reaching for my head, something sticky is on my face. I pull my hand back and open my eyes. Trying to focus despite the agony, I see my hand, covered in dark red blood. I stare at it for a minute unable to process what I am seeing. I scream, my brain cannot function to do anything else. “She’s awake.” A voice speaks from outside the hut. Instinctually, I looked towards it. I see the door to the hut, hear hushed whispers from beyond it. Suddenly a woman rushes in, her long blonde hair and blue eyes are the only features I can make out in my haze. “It is okay.” She reassures me. She reaches for something besides the bed, a cloth, then dips it in a bowl. There’s brown, sticky looking stuff in it, and reaches for my head. “Where am I?” I forcefully stutter out. “Niflheim”, responds the woman, calmly as she reaches towards my head. The smell of the brown substance hits my nostrils. “What are you doing?” I gag, as I raise my arm to block hers. Pain sears through my arm and I screech in pain. I see spots of white shining through the red on my arm. I freeze, looking closer. My eyes focus more on my arm, bone is showing through chunks of my flesh that are torn to bits. Everything goes black as my head sinks back into the pillow beneath it. I drift off into a dreamland with memories of Jack.
