Blackfeather Woods What's a boy to do.

Damien watched closely at his sister's blind eye, detailing every piece of scarred skin, until she opened it as she woke up. Damien quickly retreated to avoid making his sister feel uncomfortable, but he couldn't avoid being intrigued by the strange apearance of his once -no- still beautiful sister.

"I think I am... But I can't remember anything..." he responded with confusion clear in his expression. He kept his right eye shut for the pain, it seemed like his headache wasn't going anywhere for now. "I have a terrible headache... Does mom have anything for that?" he said slowly. What he didn't know was that the headache was his own brain restoring the neuronal matter that had suffered from the Rage. He would get used to it one day.