I couldn’t move anything but my head and when I did I was rewarded with the sick feeling that only a concussion can bring. I tried to move my arms and legs and made no progress at all. I was petrified by the thought that I was paralyzed and then I felt the material binding my wrists. Confusion set in instantly. Was it possible that I had dreamt the entire thing? Had we even been to the Hunt yet? Everything I’d experienced or dreamt had seemed so real, there was no way that I could do it all over again if all had been a dream. I turned my head, and found out my neck was stiff and sore, and that told me something was really wrong. Even with my eyes closed I knew something was wrong. This place didn’t smell like a cave. A cave smells damp and musky but this place smelled warm and inviting and oh so familiar. It smelled like home and as soon as the thought of home filled my head, my eyes flew wide open and stayed open because I knew I was in trouble. I knew this place better than I wanted to.
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