Chapter 50

Cirilla's Point Of View

I woke up to a strange smell and faint sounds of objects clacking, and some giggling. I was on a sofa in a small confined room. An Attic.

"She's awake!" A small voice chirped, and as I looked around, I found myself surrounded by a bunch of children, circling me, giggling, and watching me like I was the most interesting thing they'd seen.

I attempted to straighten up but it was next to impossible with the pain killing me. I watched an older girl, Ria, maybe thirteen or so, lead the others out of the room, before I checked my stomach searching for my sore injuries. But there was nothing. No bleeding. No open flesh, only slight stinging and weakness in my bones.

“Nina?” I called desperately but I was greeted yet again by penetrating, appalling silence bouncing up and down the space of my mind.

“Come on children, give her some space,” I recognized that voice. It had begged me frantically to stay awake. To remain conscious and not to give into apparent weakness that