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Kooky felt the warmth of the sunshine as it hit his eyes from the window, and the coolness of the stone slabs of the floor beneath him. The light was enough to ease him awake from his slumber.
He blinks to bring his eyes to focus but regrets the decision quickly. Beneath his left eye, he feels the soreness of his skull. He becomes aware of the aches in his bones and the exhaustion his body is overcome with, as he lifts himself by his hands and knees, and sits back in a daze. Examining his surroundings, he recognizes the easternmost corridor of the castle. The light shone through one of the numerous windows near the top of the tall stone walls, its dying color peering in and splashing the room with a beautiful golden orange color.
He began to feel uneasy. It was evening when he’d last remembered being conscious, and here the sun was setting again… How long had it been since he’d ended up here?
He feels sick now, tasting blood in his mouth and throat too. He runs his tongue along his teeth, everything’s intact… surprisingly. He can’t remember how he’d ended up in this place.
Chills went up his shell, and the shadows the sun couldn’t reach seemed colder. Out of instinct Kooky looked around for King Dad. He’d been pretty upset when they’d failed their last mission… Perhaps he was the reason for all this. His hips felt sore at the moment, though he recalled the soreness from another previous encounter with his father.
He didn’t remember what he’d done, as he couldn’t remember anything anymore. The incidents all blended into one. If he continued to stay here, he risked another encounter. Kooky hated to admit such a thing, but these types of situations happened often. He wondered who else dad had gotten to by now.
Pushing through the pain he stands up and limps hurriedly down the corridor, desperate to relocate somewhere he could not find him.