Sixty Eight

I stirred in my sleep as commotions had me wanting to open my eyes and see what the fuss was about.

Slowly raise my eyelids with my vision impaired for a second until I can glimpse a rocky ceiling. A droplet of water touches my cheek and helps me get a clear view of my surroundings.

"The Princess is awake!" cries a tiny squeaky voice.

"Princess is awake! Hurry, someone, go and let Lord Ruvik know. Hurry!" says another as multiple squeakers enter a frenzy.

I rise, using my elbows to push me up to glimpse the tiniest creatures, even shorter than Feno, running all over the place as if there is a fire.

Once I raised my head, I caught my head as I felt the pain when you have a hangover and don't drink. My head feels like a balloon, ready to pop any minute.

When I straighten my back, I felt a poke in my back, making me inhale sharply at the pain. I reached to rub it, but when I did that, something else poked me, and I was groaning in ache all over my body.

"You shouldn't be moving."