When Charon awoke, he noticed two things instantly.
He was on something soft, his body slowly sinking into the material, and his head pounded like a drum.
Groaning, he raised a hand to his forehead and pressed down, hoping to relieve some of the tension.
'Gods above, where did this pain come from?'
His thoughts were fuzzy and incoherent, like his brain had been scrambled. Bits and pieces of various memories filtered through his mind before disappearing, the source of his aches becoming little more than a mystery.
'Am I back at the academy? Was it all a dream?'
Sitting up, he found himself in a small bedroom with a wide-open window allowing sunlight to shine down on him. A dress and bookshelf lined one side of the room, and a small kitchen sat on the other.
A door was set into the wall a dozen yards away, giving him more than ample breathing space.
