I woke up shouting out of my own nightmare. I was breathing out of rhythm. I looked around. I was on the couch under a soft quilt. The quilt was drenched in  sweat. I was in an unfamiliar room and in some unfamiliar clothes. I was wearing a white coloured t-shirt but the main point was that I was literally sinking in these big clothes. I felt like kid wears his dad's shoes.

I glanced around. The walls were bricked with sparks of white paint over them. The room had a small glass window, through which bird chirps and warm sunshine was pouring in. There was also a wooden table in front of me. It was decorated with a vase filled with weirdly beautiful flowers. I smelled the flowers. It smelled something..of pineapple and rose. Strong but sweet.

I dimly remembered the incident last night. Wait....Where was Nathan? Or a better question would be---Where am I ??

"Oh! You're awake." I heard a voice exclaim. I turned to my left and saw a tall figure standing there with a heartwarming smile. I was instinctively startled and moved back with swiftly. "It's alright, I won't do any harm to you" He assured me.

"Do I know you?" I asked in confusion. It felt like I had seen this man somewhere and at the same time it felt like I hadn't. A slight frown slid across his face which most people wouldn't even notice. 'That was rude for you to say' : I  scolded myself.

Although the man seemed only a few years older than me, he was really tall with broad shoulders. I felt like a  boy in front of him. He wore a dark blue cloak-like fitting over his body, which was in slight contrast with his pale skin and grey eyes. His jet-coloured smooth hair fell upto his neck, through which his horn shaped ears appeared. His pointy nose, arched eyebrows, thin lips and every other feature of his could easily make him a world-class model. I am not sure about those peculiar ears, though. But strangely enough, I felt like I had met this person a really long time ago. Maybe somewhere long ago

"You don't remember, you were the one who asked me for help last night. "He told me as he comforted himself on the couch. I still kept my distance from him by slipping on the other side of the couch. He didn't mind it this time. I tried regaining my lost memories bit by bit.

" Just tell what are you exactly? " I asked, in a low voice but I was being serious. 

"Like I told. I am an Elf and you are probably... A Human. " He replied. 

A what?? Is this guy playing some game with me Or am I still dreaming?? 

" Ok. Just tell me where is my friend??" I  asked him.

"Oh, you mean the other human. He was not breathing when you brought him but my sister helped him with a few of the medicines she made. He is okay now and is resting in my sister's room..."He said. I took a breath of relief.

"Can I check on him?" I asked him.

"Sure.." He replied shortly. He got up, straightened his clothes and put forward his hands to help me get up. But thanks to my cynical nature, I didn't take it and got up myself. You cannot blame me though, wouldn't you be wary of such a huge man, specifically with such ears...

He took me through a hall which had a fireplace surrounded by four sofas and a small stand, probably a place offering a good talk, into a neat bedroom. This room had two windows and a single-sized bed. In front of the bed was a huge shelf, filled with old books and bottles of medicines. On the bed I saw Nathan, sleeping peacefully.  I sat on the bed beside him, check him from head to toe. His breaths and pulse was normal but still I felt kind of guilty. I can't think what I would have done if something might have happened to him?? 

"I am..I am really sorry, Nathan. It's really my fault. If it hadn't been me you wouldn't have ..." I could hear my voice shaking. My eyes were already clouding with  tears of regret. Regret was a usual feeling for me. And probably is for anyone who goes through life. Suddenly, I felt a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"It was not your fault...Don't punish yourself for a crime you haven't committed." He said. I looked at him.

"But....you don't even know-"

"Even if I don't know what happened...I am still sure whatever happened, you didn't do it on purpose. Sometimes things just go out of hand. There no point in regretting it. " Though coming out from a stranger,  these words still felt warmly comforting.

"Thank you..Mr.--"I said, trailing off the sentence with embarrassment.

"It's Zeo." He said.

"Thank you, Mr. Zeo for both...for saving us and comforting me." I said.

"It's better if you call me only Zeo. No need for Mr. and neither for the thank you." He said with a smile. I don't know why but I felt really touched by this smile of his.

"Alright, now I need to leave. Have some work to do. If you need something to eat just take a left from the hall. You will find the kitchen." He added and was turning his back on me, but without me noticing it, I said, "You're leaving already..." I had said this in a low tone but he seemed to hear it and chuckled. Oh my God! What the hell did I say?? This is so damn awkward.