ereviscale
The Writer
- Joined
- Jun 28, 2006
- Messages
- 24
Darious’ eyes open, they actually opened. He never thought that they would feel the sting of light again but there it was a fire filling the small outcropping in the forest. He heard voices but they were distant. He was suddenly filled with fear again; had he been captured? Was he a prisoner of those horrid monsters? He tried to sit up but he was painfully forced back down by his wounds. How had he survived? He was sure that his wounds were too grievous for his survival, and yet here he was.
He tried to look around the small camp; other bodies were lying next and around him. Some of the men looked dead others had bloody bandages wrapped around various parts of their bodies. He looked at his own wounds, he had a bandage across his belly and around to his back, and his arm was in a sling. Then someone stepped into his line of vision. “This one’s awake!” the soldier shouted.
He heard shuffling coming from behind him. “Thank the lord we have a survivor!” It was an old man’s voice, it sounded almost ancient. The man came into view and stared into Darious’ eyes. “Are you alright?” he asked.
Darious tried to speak but the words were stopped by a dry tongue. “Water, get this man some water.” ordered the old man. Returning his gaze once again to Darious he said, “My name Earl, I am a priest of the high order, I have mended you to the best of my abilities but time will have to do the rest.” Water was pushed, rather forcefully, into his good arm. Darious drank with restored gusto; the water felt like it came from the very springs of heaven.
“What happened?” asked Darious, curious to fact that he was still breathing.
“We lost.” Was all that Earl said.
“How am I still alive?”
“We scoured the battlefield looking for men who were still alive after the horde had past and found a few survivors, one of them was you. We brought you here to our camp and I did what I could. I thought I had already made that clear?” Earl replied sounding rather confused.
“Where is the army now?”
“You’re looking at it my boy! Only a few score got away and into the forest for protection.”
“But what of the high order, I thought all of you had been called back to the castle?”
“Oh, did I say I was part of the high order I meant to say I was part of the high order.” Darious began to get frustrated.
“So we are stuck here?”
“Only until these men die or regain consciousness. Once we get everyone ready we can head out and find a way back to castle. For now though lay still and rest, you will need it for the days to come.”
Darious laid back and looked up into the starry sky. Fear began to creep back into his body. Why was he still alive? Was it only to feel fear and agony? Before he could answer exhaustion took over and he fell into a deep sleep.
He tried to look around the small camp; other bodies were lying next and around him. Some of the men looked dead others had bloody bandages wrapped around various parts of their bodies. He looked at his own wounds, he had a bandage across his belly and around to his back, and his arm was in a sling. Then someone stepped into his line of vision. “This one’s awake!” the soldier shouted.
He heard shuffling coming from behind him. “Thank the lord we have a survivor!” It was an old man’s voice, it sounded almost ancient. The man came into view and stared into Darious’ eyes. “Are you alright?” he asked.
Darious tried to speak but the words were stopped by a dry tongue. “Water, get this man some water.” ordered the old man. Returning his gaze once again to Darious he said, “My name Earl, I am a priest of the high order, I have mended you to the best of my abilities but time will have to do the rest.” Water was pushed, rather forcefully, into his good arm. Darious drank with restored gusto; the water felt like it came from the very springs of heaven.
“What happened?” asked Darious, curious to fact that he was still breathing.
“We lost.” Was all that Earl said.
“How am I still alive?”
“We scoured the battlefield looking for men who were still alive after the horde had past and found a few survivors, one of them was you. We brought you here to our camp and I did what I could. I thought I had already made that clear?” Earl replied sounding rather confused.
“Where is the army now?”
“You’re looking at it my boy! Only a few score got away and into the forest for protection.”
“But what of the high order, I thought all of you had been called back to the castle?”
“Oh, did I say I was part of the high order I meant to say I was part of the high order.” Darious began to get frustrated.
“So we are stuck here?”
“Only until these men die or regain consciousness. Once we get everyone ready we can head out and find a way back to castle. For now though lay still and rest, you will need it for the days to come.”
Darious laid back and looked up into the starry sky. Fear began to creep back into his body. Why was he still alive? Was it only to feel fear and agony? Before he could answer exhaustion took over and he fell into a deep sleep.
