Harriet awoke, blinking in the dim light. She lay on a bed, in a small lowly lit room, where shelves of ointment and powders adorned the walls. She flinched, the pain in her side was unbearable, the wound was bandaged and her blood had turned the white linen red. She groaned and tried to prop herself up but she was too weak. The room had a pale silvery glow to it, and even though it was small, everywhere she looked was some intricately carved decoration or embellishment.
She flinched again and grabbed her side where the wound was, "Oh God, ow." She muttered.
She had no idea where she was, or where her friends were, all she remembered was some stupid map and terrifying creatures and pain. Her memories were blurred and muddled.
She shuddered, and spun her head round for she thought she saw something move from the corner of her eye, her mind must be playing tricks, but no, she thought she saw the carved statue move. The statue's face looked familiar, handsome and blue eyed, framed with long shining blonde hair.
She turned over into the soft sheets, away from the statue. It made her mind confused. Fear began to rise inside her, she remembered more. Now she knew what world she lay in. An urge to find her friends forced her crawl from the bed and stand, despite the pain. She gasped with excruciating agony and felt light headed. Stumbling backwards a few steps. "Jemima, Anna? Jem, are you there?" she called quietly growing delirious. She breathed deeply, and then quickly taking sharp intakes of cold breath.
She spun around, to look at the statue and this time it did move. She swore it did. Harriet opened her mouth to scream but no sound came out. Her wound began to hurt, and her head spun.
"Do not be afraid, rest." Said the statue still in the shadows, she could not see who it was anymore.
"Where are my friends, where am I?" She said, voice growing panicky. The wound sent a wave of burning pain throbbing through her body. She collapsed, in to his open arms.