∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

Aemon was dead.

He had felt it. He remembered the arrow in his throat, lying in the mud, and his dragon screaming. He remembered the darkness.

And now, he opened his eyes to the light. The voices… he didn’t recognize any of them.

When his vision cleared, he looked around. At the strange ceiling, at the beeping… things. Something was glued to his chest. He was lying in a comfortable bed, but one he had never seen before.

“Good morning.” The young woman, wearing a strange shirt and pants, smiled at him. “How are you feeling?”

“What’s going on…? Wh-where am I?”