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Date Posted: 01:30:57 11/26/03 Wed
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Southpaw Medain Evenstar, Warrior of the South
's message, "I printed every part of the story you've written till now and it's positively brilliant. I am in awe of you. Keep wrighting!!" on 20:17:22 11/23/03 Sun
The first thing he was aware of was the raging pain that surged through him, from his side up to his aching head, like tongues of vicious flame surging through brittle grass. Every pulse seemed to pump new pain into him and he groaned softly, dimly aware of something warm trickling from his mouth. He tried to snatch for the threads of sleep, to sleep, to escape the agony...But sleep flew away from his grasp and he couldn't catch it.
He felt strangely numb. He could feel the ground beneath his back, but only dimly, as if he was just floating, consumed in pain. What happened to me? He tried to sift for information despite the fire burning inside of him, but he couldn't remember. He would of panicked, but he was too consumed by the burning. He groaned again, even more softly and opened his eyes with a tremendous effort. Bright light lanced into his vision and he closed his eyes quickly as bright patterns flickered and danced on the back of his eyelids.
He managed to roll over onto his uninjured side slowly, but every little movement hurt viciously. He opened his eyes a crack and the moist ground of the wood seemed to leap up to bite his vision. A wood...What was so familiar about a wood? So urgent? He managed to raise his head a bit and blinked heavily when he saw the black-cloaked figure sitting with his back to the trunk of a nearby tree, one knee drawn up, the other leg stretched casually out in front of him. The figure didn't move at all, he appeared to be almost frozen, but when Grisen managed to speak in a hoarse, blood-choked whisper, he tensed immediately.
"What happened to me?" The man hooded in black was silent for a long time, but when he finally spoke it was in a flat voice, bare of any emotion whether it was sympathy, anger, or relief.
"Can't rememeber?"
Grisen squinted as flickering lights danced across his vision in time to the whiplashes of pain. "No..."
Another long silence. Grisen was vaugely aware taht the man was studying him carefully, scrutinizing him closely. But that voice, that dead voice was eerie and the deep hood shadow on the man's face didn't help. And yet...He couldn't help but feel that he should know this man, that there was a certin familiarity to him...If only he could think straight...If only the pain would recede.
The man drew his legs underneath him and stood easily. He was tall, a head or two taller than Grisen and the gleam of a long, unsheathed dagger admist all his black clothing, caught Grisen's eye. With a slight limp, he walked over to Grisen and dropped into a crouch by his paining side. He reached out and peeled back the tattered ends of the tunic from the wound with blunt, gloved fingers. Grisen groaned as the tunic was wrenched away from his flesh, his dried blood had caused it to stick painfully.
When the jagged wound was exposed, the hooded figure studied it for sometime, bending over to observe it better. Grisen twisted his head to see the man more clearly, but it was all he could do without crying out. The hooded man finally stood and turned from him, limping back to the embers of a small fire.
Grisen spat blood out onto the ground weakly, it spattered from his mouth like drops of red rain onto the damp ground. "What happened to me? Who are you?"
A tinge of franticness had entered his voice despite the pain, but the amn didn't even turn or answer immediatly. Instead, he sta down on a nearby log and began to stare into the black coals as if they contained the answers to Grisen's questions locked within their crumbling frames. Finally, without taking his eyes from the lifeless coals, the man replied, "You ere stabbed...By a Tamorac'jehadon."
Stabbed...An image of a glowing yellow blade hammered into his thoughts painfully. "A Tamorac'jehadon?" The words were in Dama'zark'ÿ
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