EIGHTEEN

The sun was setting when I opened my eyes again. I was in the softest bed I had ever been on in a long time, an equally soft blanket covering me. For a minute, I imagined I was dead and that I was in heaven. I half-expected the Moon Goddess to walk in.

The door opened, but it wasn’t the Moon Goddess. I turned and found Deimos walking towards me with a tray of food. The aroma wafted through my nostrils, making me sit up.

“You’ve been out for quite a while now,” he said, setting the tray on my legs. “Crêpes and freshly juiced oranges.”

“Thank you.” I smiled at him as I dug in, only realizing how hungry I was when I had the first bite.

“What happened to me?” I inquired.

“We were training. You were learning how to climb up the ropes when you fell. You hit your head very badly, but you’re fine now.” My hand instinctively went to my head to feel it, but there was no pain.

“My head feels fine,” I commented, going back to the crepes and making sure to chew properly to avoid choking.

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