Rosalia’s POV:
Waking up what feels like hours later I see the lights flickering on the wall and my first thought is that I have no idea where I am. Blinking blearily, I see the woodgrain of the floor inches away from my eyes, the details blurring in and out of focus as I blink desperately to try and stay awake. Pushing up with my arms I end up on my hands and knees, retching up blood onto the wooden flooring.
Although as I steadily manage to sit up with my legs tucked under me I see haunting images dance around me in circles, nothing more than remnants of the visions that had plagued me when I’d attempted a spell to recover my memories. Surrounding me in circles I stagger to my feet, ignoring the sharp pain in one shoulder, and run in deranged circles through several disused rooms in th
