**Voices Of The Wind—J.T Peterson**
Ember woke up, groggy and confused. Her head not only throbbed, but her limbs were dead as well for she could not feel them especially her hands.
Her eyes fluttered open to an unexpected scenery. It seemed she was in a forest, one made up of the Bloodwood Cypress trees which was in fact strange because that kind of cypress tree did not grow in Thalor. At least not in the vast numbers like the ones surrounding her.
That forced her to fully awake, panicked eyes darting about her. She was still in her man clothes, but her hood had been tugged off from her for her hair spilled about her in angry strands protesting the lack of care for it.
A woman—in fact the same witch that had kidnapped her—leaned against a tree across from her, devouring what Ember supposed was a roasted chicken. Ember eyed her carefully, remembering how unusually strong the woman was when she carried her across her shoulders while making an escape from Nirvana.
