Chapter 29 Twenty-eight

• Avelyn felt as though she were drifting in a fog, suspended between wakefulness and unconsciousness. Then, a soft, urgent voice pierced through the haze.
• "...Avelyn... Avelyn... please wake up... the king..."
• The voice trembled with worry, and even in her groggy state, Avelyn's mind latched onto the words. The mention of the king sent a bolt of fear through her. The king? Had he done something to Elanthia?