He is my mate

My eyes would not listen, so I could not see where I was, but the stench of blood and serpent was lacking. Instead, it somehow smelt familiar. I felt safe; mumbling voices grew closer and closer. Two. Two people were talking.

I took a deep breath, and the fresh air and sting of pain told me I was indeed alive. Death was not granted. I still had time and still had a purpose. But how? I opened my eyes like small creeks with all the strength I could muster, but I squinted them back shut and groaned. The sharp light burned my eyes, and I could not see anything but white light.

That was, however, a bad idea. The people talking suddenly stopped. They were now aware that I was awake, and heavy steps came closer. That’s when I remembered the sparks I felt just before I drifted away, and my heart did its best to jump out of my chest. I was helpless and weak. I could not move a muscle. I started sweating and trembling, fear