"Gwen!"
"Lady Gwen!"
"Gwen!"
The voice drifted through a heavy fog, as though it belonged to another world entirely, slipping between darkness and consciousness like a thread barely holding together.
Gwen lay sprawled against the cold surface beneath her, her body aching in places she could not immediately name. Each breath she drew felt as though it had to fight its way into her lungs, and her eyelids trembled with the effort of staying closed and opening at the same time.
"Gwen!"
The name struck her again, sharper this time, and she groaned faintly, her fingers twitching against the ground. Her head throbbed violently, a deep, pulsing pain that made it nearly impossible to think in straight lines.
She tried to open her eyes, but the world that greeted her was blurred and unstable, shapes bending and dissolving into one another like ink dropped into water. A figure stood somewhere above her, but even that presence refused to settle into clarity.
