Chapter 1: Prologue

"You want to keep him here?!"

"I don't see the problem with that, though."

As I slowly regain consciousness, I can hear people conversing behind me.

The first voice was that of a young boy. Probably around fifteen years old. The second, however, was that of a girl. But she seemed older. Maybe around twenty. She definitely has more control over the guy.

It seems like I shouldn't reveal my presence yet. Even if they seem friendly, I need to understand why I'm lying in a straw bed.

"He could be a criminal, hell, he could even come from another world. Did you see his outfit? Never saw a fabric like that in my entire life."

"Well you had a short life: sixteen years isn't enough to know the world. Let's be kind and help him until recovery, alright?"

"You-"

One of my eyelids lifts against my will. Now I know I'm exposed.

"Speak of the devil! We were talking about you... And we have quite a few questions to ask you."

I take a deep breath and open the other eye.

The first thing I see is the ceiling. It's not a normal ceiling, like any other. No, there is a big hole in it. Wait, is it made of... thatch? Where am I? Last night I was with my friends. We just passed the legal age to drink; perhaps we had a bit too much.

I want to throw up. Except I'm not home anymore. My mouth is dry, as dry as the guy behind me. I prepare my mind, as I turn around.

"Huh? Why can't I move?"

I look at my wrists, my ankles, and my torso, but I can't see anything that would be able to restrict my movements.

"It's a spell. A magical spell."