It was quite mysterious, but she hadn't been feeling well for a few days now; it was the first time that she had felt this way, and she hoped that it would be her last. Most of the food and water that she had forced down her throat just made her feel worse and her throat felt sore. Even sweet, ripen berries failed to tempt her into regaining her appetite... Speaking of which, maybe those weird tasting berries the other day had something to do with her overall discomfort.
Dragging herself to under the shade of a tree in the fields she had been exploring, Grace sighed, wincing when the pain in her throat amplified for a moment. Feeling tired, she leaned against the trunk of the tree before falling to the grass, her eyes closed as she drifted slowly to sleep.
"..." She opened her mouth, but no sound came out, despite her trying to speak. Startled, she was quickly jolted awake. Frowning, she tried again to speak, opening her mouth, she tried saying her own name, "Gra-ce." Although it worked, her voice sounded deep and scratchy... What was happening?
