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When Daine awoke, the sunlight was streaming down in her face. She didn't know where she was or how she got there. All she knew was that her head was pounding and her shoulder hurt.

She started to get up, but a familiar voice told her to stay down. A gentle hand pushed her back to the ground and her vision began to blur as she was fading into unconsciousness.

"It's not her time yet, she must go back," a woman's voice stated.

'I know that voice' Daine thought drowsily. "It's so familiar. . . ."

Warm hands touched her forehead and a low male voice mumbled something, it sounded like a spell. Her vision blurred and she began to feel a weird sensation come over her. Right before everything went black, she saw a woman's face above her, tears streaming down her cheeks. 'No,' Daine thought. 'It couldn't be.'

"Ma?" she whispered weakly.

The woman smiled and nodded, taking hold of her daughter's hand. Looking towards the right, Daine saw a tall, well built, curly haired man, with something on his head. She squinted . . . antlers? Her head grew heavy and the last conscious thought was, 'That's my pa."

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Waking up, Daine found herself in Numair's arms. He was holding her and sobbing into her hair. She sat up, out of Numair's embrace, dazed and confused.

"Daine?" Numair's voice cracked.

The woman looked into Numair's deep brown eyes and saw disbelief.

"Daine. . . .," Numair repeated. "I thought you were dead. You were dead Daine!"

Daine glanced away from his face quickly. There was something she couldn't remember. Something important, she just couldn't recall what it was.

Numair was appalled to say the least. He was sure her heart wasn't beating a minute ago. It was like the Gods were protecting her. "What's wrong Daine?" he asked, after noticing the distressed look on her face.

"There was something I have to remember. Like, there's something I've forgotten. I just can't think of it. I was in a warm bright place, and. . . ." she stopped and thought with her face scrunched up. She yawned, drained and tired.

"Here Daine, sit down. You must be exhausted."

She got settled next to Numair, leaning against him so he could support her weight. Numair still couldn't believe that this woman was alive, sitting right next to him. He pulled her close to him thinking that if he let her go, she'll be gone again. After pondering a few minutes, Numair thoughtfully asked, "So you can't remember anything?"

After hearing no response, he glanced down and saw that Daine had her face snuggled up against his tunic, her eyes closed. She was sleeping. Numair studied her face and softly traced the outline of her cheek with his finger. Resulting in her snuggling closer to him. He smiled tenderly, stood up, and carried Daine to her bedroll so she could sleep.

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