Little Hell
His eyes opened slowly, blinking against the glaring light of the sun. What in Ley’s name was the sun doing shining so brightly in the winter? He attempted to rise and immediately found his body crashing back onto the ground. His blurred vision settled just enough for him to see the deep red of a healing would stretching along the underside of his wrist and felt his heart sink into the frozen pit of his stomach. He had been hobbled. The dull ache in his head and body returned, forcing him to squeeze his eyes shut. What had happened? He remembered the child’s mother and…And the ripper of Bromos All at once the memories of his battle returned to him and panic began to sink in. He attempted to rise again, this tine keeping his lamed leg close to his chest and tried to run, only to find that his legs had been snared in thick vines.
No, this was wrong. This was all wrong. He looked around, panicked, and called desperately for Gant and Roza, wherever he was he knew in his heart that Dragoste would still be in the weeping woods, and that the pair would come for him. “I was their beta.” He thought wildly, his thoughts spinning out of control as he tried to make sense of the mad world he had woken up in. |