The forest heat:

Elena

Voices. One, two… perhaps three or more. Seconds passed, and it slowly became clear.

"I'm glad it's not going to rain any longer," one said.

"Better. I guess the material for the shelter will be of no use," another replied—a familiar voice that made my eyes flutter open.

My blurry vision cleared, revealing green grass, soil, and trees. My body ached, my head throbbed as I struggled to remember what had happened.

I had been in my room, when a maid brought ...