When the boy woke up, at first everything was
white. His eyes were wide open but he saw nothing. His fears of being blind
faded as the whiteness faded to blue. A soft, calming blue that seemed to flow
into him and fill his head with a static that made his thoughts form slow and
far away. His next thought was of his father, and though he knew this thought
should cause concern, he couldn't quite be bothered to get up and look for him. He felt like he had just seen his father, but Dashyl wasn't sure if that was something he simply dreamed.
After a few minutes, the blue glow slowly expanded into dimensions and revealed forms. Certain shapes grew darker
and certain areas grew lighter until he could see he was in a room carved out of
stone. He turned his head and saw a blue-skinned Akrasa sitting near him
reading a book. The light came from a blue stone on the end of a staff the reader held. Seeing him move, the Akrasa spoke.
"Ah, you have awoken, finally," he said, with a gravelly voice.
Dashyl couldn't respond, no words formed in his head. Again, the stranger
spoke, "you most likely will still feel the effects of the saffira stones
I have used to heal you."
"Heal?" the word filled his head with a fuzzy warmth. He didn't feel
hurt or sick. He didn't remember getting injured. What was he talking
about?
"I can imagine you have many questions, young one. Rest for now. As the saffira's
influence over you wanes, you will become hungry and you will eat. Just let the
fog clear from your head and I will explain how you came to be in my care and
what happened to your father."
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