103. Dark Magic

Callista.

With a gasp, I wake up, and like a broken dam, the real world floods into my perspective.

The rain has stopped already, and the clouds roll peacefully once again. I see sunshine and I feel the warmth. But I'm dripping with sweat, and I’m panting unstoppably.

When I look to the side, I notice a furiously whispering huddle of physicians at the other end of the room.

Something clinks from my side, and I turn my head to see the Headmistress undoing my shackles with a carefully blank expression.

"How are you feeling, Callista?" She asks, helping me to stand up after all the shackles were undone. My knees are still weak, so I lean against the bed.

"Like I got caught in a tornado," I say, shaking my head to stop the wiggling feeling inside my skull. It's like I have worms in my brain or something. “Like I’ve been on the world’s worst rollercoaster while having motion sickness.”

"Do you feel nauseous? Do you require water?"

"No, thanks, I think I'll just sit down." I sit on the bed