Through the darkness, zayn manoeuvres his way through the thick and eerie surroundings. He couldn't make out a single thing causing him to stumble repeatedly. Selene had told him someone was waiting out for him but he couldn't make out any figure after walking a while.
Breathing hard and exhausted with no water and food eaten in the past few days he tripped so hard on himself finding himself knocking himself down on a rock or what could be a stone either way he groaned in pain, liquid trickling down his face. Raising his hand he touched his forehead and stretched it as part of the injury.
Obviously, it was blood. The place was dark and he couldn't make out what was on his hand. Closing his eyes, the face of his mother and how she fell to her feet by his side on the road flashed his memory and he blinked his eyes open.
Opening his eyes to the ground, gazing up he made out the way which lay ahead. He could see someone moving around on his feet anxiously and looking at his hand. He saw blood still feeling more on his forehead. Standing up he staggered. Everything was fuzzy but he struggled up to meet the person praying it was the person Selene had instructed to help him out.
He didn't know how it went about after that but he found himself lying on something that felt more like a makeshift bed underneath him. He raised his hand feeling the bandage on his head.
A plate of food was by his side and a cup of water with a small container of leaves whatever he didn't know but stood up abruptly from the sound of the door far ahead at the end of the room creaking indicating a person's entry. His eyes landed on the man. Tall, broad and dark hair. His build was more like a guard; he looked away, feeling conscious now.
"Eat up" the guard said and he stared down at the food and his mind went to his father telling not to trust anyone, not like he had anyone apart from his parents to trust anyway. "You lost a lot of blood and you're weak but you pulled through which is unusual for someone weak and frail like you" he continued clicking his tongue.
He didn't like him. Yeah, who would love to look after a guy like him. No one. He scrambled to the plate not taking a single glance at the guard like a man. Gobbling down the food, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before drinking the water, panting. Eating felt like a journey to him now. Never felt this hungry before.
"The herbs will help. Selene demanded you take it and stay put until she comes to see you." His eyes went to the container holding the herbs, his head bowing not looking up. He nodded in affirmation and the guard-like man sighed before leaving grumbling a few incoherent words.
He stood up with unsteady hands on the wall and stood, absolutely he was fragile. He faced down on his body and he reeked of stink and mud. He crouched down in despair, something crumbling down inside him. He was scared. He never knew he could ever be scared of the unknown but right now he was, recollecting what both Selene and the grumpy guy said. They can't be lying. Solvamore was not in this place, they hadn't even heard of it before.
Slumping on the floor with one last thing on his mind to do and gain to be able to leave this place. No one trusts or knows his story; they only want to kill, taking him as a spy and traitor, which can't happen. He closed his eyes, the face of his mother showing again but this time he remembered one time after she lost his sibling through miscarriage and he was isolating himself though his father had died where she was to be grieving she consoled him instead reminding how she was living for him now.
His eyes opened and he felt a surge of emotion that he knew all too well after reading the books he found in that library, finding out a thing or two. A new spark and vigor streaming through his veins and he picked the container of herbs to drink.
He needed to be useful to himself to be able to leave this place.