The encroaching darkness
Five hours later, Ezra opened his eyes to the bright glow of white power crystals illuminating his new room. He was still in bed, and a maid was washing his burning forehead with a damp cotton cloth soaked in healing waters from the Fountain of Erelor.

“Wh…what happened?” Ezra tried to get up, but the pain in his head was so unbearable that he could not sit up straight. “Argh…my head!”

“My Lord, you should not try to get up. Your body needs time to heal. Rest for now, and let me take care of you,’’ the maid replied.

“Where is everyone? How’s Lady Tanya? Did she get hurt?”

Before the maid could answer, there was a knock on the door. She got up and opened it.

Tanya Gressil stepped into the room and immediately inquired about Ezra’s health. “How is he doing? Still feverish?”

“He is doing a lot better, my Lady,” the maid replied, stepping aside to allow her to take a look at Ezra. “Lord Ezra is still weak, but the fever has gone down. He should recover with rest and some good warm meals.”
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