Kasib had awoke in a hospital room. He had felt a sharp sting on his head from where he was pushed to the floor, and his right ribs felt crushed. Breathing felt like a ten ton weight on his chest.
What happened and why was he hurt? His memory blurred. So blurred that, in fact, he didn't understand how he came here. He necessitated in retracing his steps.
He looked about the green hospital cell he was placed in. Artificial lighting from the windows and the ceiling made it hard to tell the time of day. He assumed the sun was beginning to rise so the Black Market closed; no going home for him today. The black willow tree forest would have to see to him another time, when he was fully healed.
The last he remembered he was talking to a nymph. Freya Gretchen. Then he went to the bank and met the wretched Valor...
Oh no.
Oh no, oh no...
Kasib rushed upright to check the are where his tails used to be. They were gone...Valor did steal them! What of Freya? Is she still expecting me? How long have I been in this hospital for?"
His fast movement upwards put so much strain on his body that he was forced to lay back down onto the hammock. The IV in his left wrist clanged as he fell into the cloth embrace. The gauze surrounding his wrist, hip, and right eye were not tightly wrapped. Nor did they collect that much blood, for the dried blood seeped through.. He couldn't have been in the hospital for too long if his body was still in such mangled condition.
He wanted to scream and shout, to vent. Anything. But, his weak body couldn't move much more than a finger at this rate.
Sleeping sounded nice, but Kasib's thoughts on his tails kept him awake. The anxiety rotted him. None of this would have occurred had he not been involved with that gang, with Valor.
What happened and why was he hurt? His memory blurred. So blurred that, in fact, he didn't understand how he came here. He necessitated in retracing his steps.
He looked about the green hospital cell he was placed in. Artificial lighting from the windows and the ceiling made it hard to tell the time of day. He assumed the sun was beginning to rise so the Black Market closed; no going home for him today. The black willow tree forest would have to see to him another time, when he was fully healed.
The last he remembered he was talking to a nymph. Freya Gretchen. Then he went to the bank and met the wretched Valor...
Oh no.
Oh no, oh no...
Kasib rushed upright to check the are where his tails used to be. They were gone...Valor did steal them! What of Freya? Is she still expecting me? How long have I been in this hospital for?"
His fast movement upwards put so much strain on his body that he was forced to lay back down onto the hammock. The IV in his left wrist clanged as he fell into the cloth embrace. The gauze surrounding his wrist, hip, and right eye were not tightly wrapped. Nor did they collect that much blood, for the dried blood seeped through.. He couldn't have been in the hospital for too long if his body was still in such mangled condition.
He wanted to scream and shout, to vent. Anything. But, his weak body couldn't move much more than a finger at this rate.
Sleeping sounded nice, but Kasib's thoughts on his tails kept him awake. The anxiety rotted him. None of this would have occurred had he not been involved with that gang, with Valor.