Kyla felt as though she were floating. Drifting through a veil of fog in unfamiliar surroundings. She sensed that she wasn't alone wherever she was. The last thing she remembered was the tomb. She tried to focus on the images floating through her vision. Strange and ancient visions of places she didn't recognize. A strange kind of humming began in her ears, almost a chant of sorts...calling to her through the fog. Suddenly she felt as if she were falling from a great distance.<br/><br/>Kyla gasped for breath, coughing as the stale air filled her lungs and the darkness of the fog in her mind began to lift. She groaned softly as she began to regain conciousness. One delicate hand moving to check her head for possible injuries. Not feeling any, she attempted to open her eyes. She was lying on the floor of a cave. She opened her eyes fully and looked up at into the semi darkness. She couldn't see the ceiling of the chamber, but she could see where the water fall began. Carefully, she sat up and glanced around.<br/><br/>At first she thought she was hallucinating. Then she thought it was a trick of the dim light and the myriad of rock formations. As her eyes adjusted fully to the dim light of the chamber she started to realize that she wasn't alone...and it wasn't an illusion. There, standing no more than a dozen or so feet away from her was the imposing - and quite naked - form of a man. A beautiful man. A darkly handsome, strangely naked, completely out of place man. She peered into the darkness, giving her head a slight shake as if to clear it.<br/><br/>"I must have a concussion." she spoke the words softly out loud as she stared at him, unsure of what to do.