I've just opened my eyes. The moonlight breaks through a small window on the wall, painting the room with a thin but visible blue.
My head's killing me. I have a terrible headache that makes me feel dizzy, but even though I don't feel so good, I've taken a look around me wishing to adress where am I. I can almost see nothing, which is more than what there is in this tiny room.
The muddy walls and ceiling are both made of stone just like this cold and lonely floor where I am sitting. The door in front of me makes the final detail for the complexity of this place, being the only thing that looks like is clean. There is nothing else to look at, an empty room with me and the mud as residents.
I've tried to stand up, and then I realized that my head isn't the only thing that isn't doing well. An almost instant stabbing pain traveled from my left ankle to the entirety of my body. The bone is broken.
A scream of distress and agony leaves my mouth, while my body fells to the ground. Several minutes passed just for the pain to be bereable, and while I calm myself, lots of questions begin to startle me: "What am I doing in here?", "Why can't I remember anything related to me?", "What is my name?", "Why am I wearing a white dress?".
This dress is the only one piece of clothing that I am wearing, bringing a small warmth to my body, meanwhile my feet are freezing.
Repent murmurs take me out of my thoughts. I hear various voices arguing, and then a softer voice abruptly interrupted the others . sounded as if someone was commanding guards to open the door. The voices stopped and an intense light started to illuminate the room more and more as the door opened, and when it fully opened, all I could see was an old woman wearing a black dress at the front,standing on the door frame.
She was looking at me with a face of incredulity and surprise. As tears started to run down her face, she smiled at me.
"I-I cannot believe it...! You are...alive!"
I couldn't quite get what she meant, of course I am alive, am I not? Why wouldn't I be? Did something happened to me? What could that be?
A lot of questions ran through my mind in a second, but above all of them only two seemed the most important and relevant:
"Who are you? And, what am I doing in here?"
"..." she remained silent.
"Answer me!" I said frustrated for her silence.
"You...don't remember what happened...?" She said with what seemed to be a expression of relief.
"No, I don't. No matter how much I try, my mind continues to be in blank. So please, could you tell me who am I?"
She approached me, mean