When she first awoke it had felt instantaneous. As if she were merely sleeping, upon her waking Veleria could recall her death. She could feel her panic as her horse flailed beneath her. Then, the deafening crack of her shoulder colliding with the ground. She rolled, and rolled until her fingers found purchase on loose pebbles and dirt. She remembered scrambling to her feet.
Finally, she could feel, even now, a stinging heat erupting through her chest.