Capítulo 47: Lost Thaleia

Then Nyxara gave us a smile and sauntered away.

Thaleia began to stir.

Her eyes flickered open, unfocused. She was even more striking alive than she had been in her still state. Drevolan and I watched her for a moment, until he softly said, "Thaleia?"

Her gaze locked onto him. After a moment's pause, her expression turned confused. She tried to utter something, hesitated, cleared her throat and rasped, "Who are you?"

He replied, "I'm your cousin, Drevolan D'Lira. I am the firstborn of your father's youngest sister."

"Drevolan," she echoed. "Yes. That sounds fitting." She nodded as if he had met her expectations. I glanced at Drevolan's face, but he maintained a poker face. Thaleia attempted to sit up, failed, and her gaze shifted to me, suspicious. She turned to Drevolan and pleaded, "Help me."

He assisted her in sitting up. She looked around, questioning, "Where am I?"

"The Halls of Afterlife," Drevolan replied.

Shocked, she asked, "I'm dead?"

"Not anymore."

"But—"