Hanging In There?

He had no understanding of what was going on around him. He took comfort in the light of the fire, but there wasn’t much else. Sometimes the presence of his mother or father was there, and he always felt close to his siblings as he could hear them. Struggling just as much as he was. He could hear his brother and sister but it was better they were talking to each other and not him. All he could really manage was the soft whine and his mind was out of it again.

His vision moved and dripped and glowed much like the ooze that fell from his face and eyes and ears. Albion was a terrible mess, and perhaps only his youthful strength was keeping him going. Attention was fleeting but he looked up when he heard the rattling against his own cage door, and he moaned pitifully as his siblings tried to break in.

"Albion Klein"