Niya’s head throbs when she finally opens her eyes and is immediately made to gulp something forcefully. She clamps her mouth at first not willing to succumb again to treachery but a whispering female voice makes her relax.

　　“Niya, it’s me Crystella. Drink this quick. They are here.”

　　Niya’s throat burns as the liquid almost scorches through the skin but the throbbing goes away. It was like her ears nose and mouth was clogged with cotton and now suddenly ...