A/N: I forgot to put a disclaimer on one of my stories, and you know what? Nobody sued me! How do you like that? But I'd still like to say that any idiot who's read the Tamora Pierce books knows that these characters aren't mine, and I know it, so don't sue me!
The next few days were a blur of swirling colors and comforting voices. Two people were caring for me, but I couldn't recognize them, although one seemed very familiar.
At one point, somebody gave me something to eat, and I accepted. I instantly regretted it, and the food came up soon after. After that, I slipped into a world where nothing made sense. I had strange visions and nightmares.
I remember the first thing I could make clear sense of was Alanna's magic, hooking into mine. I told her that I was stuck, and dizzy, and that the king would be angry because I had failed to get the last two items on my list. Next, I heard a sound I knew all too well—the champion roaring at me. The familiar voice made me feel almost like myself again.
Alanna called several other people into the tent where she had been examining me. With my increasing comprehension of the world, I recognized faces: Onua, back from Cría, Alanna, glaring at me, and one person I couldn't name. With a jolt I realized that this was the face of my other caretaker and my first rescuer. She looked young and scared.
Alanna gave her instructions. The girl argued for a while, but Alanna persisted. Finally, she turned her back and I felt, not heard, someone calling my name.
It was all I needed to get a firm grip on reality. I felt myself come back to human formation, and finally my surroundings seemed logical. I was on a bed in a tent, but not my own tent. Alanna pulled up a blanket, and Onua and the girl stared at me. I was suddenly aware of an aching hunger.
"Can I have something to eat?" I asked.
And the rest is history! Well? You like? You don't like? Review! Please! Thank you!