Where Am I?

Princess Flossina focused in and out of consciousness. She kept hearing a loud, sound, similar to crashing. She also felt a strong hand holding the back of her neck in place while pressing something cold to her lips, forcing her to drink something, which was bitter tasting and sticky. She wanted to spit it out, but she couldn’t move. Her body was in so much pain. Whatever she was drinKing seemed to stick to her insides and melt into her.

She could feel her insides stinging and moving as she was forced to continue to drink the unknown contents. She felt excruciating pain shooting through her body. She didn't know if she screamed out or not, so overwhelming was it. Her eyes felt too heavy to open. Where was she? She asked herself.

Even in her mind, asKing that question seemed to take forever to develop into one cohesive thought. She did the impossible task of opening her eyes, to half open slits, and was greeted to the shadow of a man literally fighting over her body. She felt dizzy from watching his quick movements and being gently nudged by his torso as he draped his body over hers and multi-tasked. Someone or something had his full attention. He laid her head back down on the examination table.

Her head rolled to the side and she saw three other men, dressed like assassins in their head to toe garb, with only their lifeless eyes looking back at the stranger who clung to her now. Even in her pain stricken haze she recognized them as the elite Royal guards of her Kingdom, Zuff. Maybe this stranger had taken her and they were fighting to get her back. They wore the royal colors. Their swords were drawn and they were attacKing the figure with full force. She didn't know who was helping her.

She wanted to protest, to fight back, but her body wouldn't move. The pain was slowly subsiding, but she was immobile and helpless. The heaviness of her eyelids seemed to overpower her ability to keep them open. She was overcome with one last wave of pain and she passed out unconscious once again...