For two days, Royce was unconscious. When she finally stirred, Royce was in a dimly lit cave, the sweet scent of an evening breeze, and wet stone filled her nostrils.
“Wha…where am I?” Royce whispered.
“Hey!” Nabila rushed to Royce with a stone-like object in her hand. When she was close enough, Royce looked closer, and it seemed that the rock was carved in like a cup. Nabila quickly placed the cup to the lone-wolf’s lips. “Drink! You need your strength.”
Royce took the sip, but not happily. Eventually she shoved the cup away. “You know what I need, Nabi. This will not bring back my energy.” Royce then looked around. “Where-did I-was I seeing things? Was Apollo…” she looked at Nabila, too afraid to even inquire as she thought that maybe she was hallucinating.
“He’s the one who saved
