Part XXIX -- Maybe

Tyelion.

The soft whisper drew him up from a well of darkness. Heavy chains of shadow weighed him down, but he strove against them.

Tyelion, wake up.

The voice was louder now, firmer, commanding with a note of desperation. Urgency filled him. The owner of that voice needed him. He rose toward it.

Please.

He opened his eyes.

Red hair and tearful amber eyes wavered into focus. Embyrn. She hovered over him, Roland’s shaggy wolf head over her shoulder. Roland peered down at him for a moment, then disappeared. The room was dark and empty.

Embyrn gave a small sigh of relief, smiling down at Tyelion. “Hey,” she said softly.

“Hey,” Tyelion replied hoarsely, struggling to place where he was and what had happened. His face hurt slightly, as did all the rest of him. “Where am I?”

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