28.Aug.12, 09:57 PM
When the dragon replied with a comforting assurance that all was well. Sanderon rejoiced silently that he had been heard. He was also relieved that he wasn't going to be the object of I'shan's revenge for having shot an arrow into his dragon.
Suddenly remembering that event with very detailed recollection, caused him to stiffen. He was completely helpless. The dragon he had shot had said all was well. Was that really true? Could it be believed? Trying to swallow his fear in a very dry throat left him coughing. He was soon better but his head pounded with the action.
I'shan had jerked suddenly and left the room without a word. What was going on? What was happening? His mind tried to be calm but couldn't help the apprehension that tried to flood it with these strange set of confusing events.
When I'shan hurried back into the room, the water cup was not noticed at first and the man's quick approach had him reaching out a trembling hand to ward off whatever blow was about to come. At the last moment, he saw what was happening. His face was still void of emotion. He was suspicious of the water but quickly accepted that it was okay.
Pulling back his arm he rested his palm on the bed in front of his belly. When the cup was offered kindly, he lifted his head with effort and looked at I'shan carefully while he drank greedily. He stopped and had to cough. Then he reached for the water again with his mouth and continued to take in the refreshing liquid.
I'shan spoke as he drank and when he had taken his fill he lay his head back down and was glad that his mouth and throat felt better. His terrible headache upon first coming awake was not as severe either. Was he alright though? The healers said his back....?
The lashing!
It wasn't a nightmare then? It had really taken place? That would now explain the tight aching feeling he had across his flesh there. Looking down with the memory at one of his wrists he saw evidence of injury there too although it was a lot better than it had been and was no longer bandaged.
It was only then that his blank face moved with the first hint of emotion. A slight creasing of his forehead became evident even though his mouth and eyes did not respond.
It was not rage. It was fear and great sadness.
He opened his mouth to respond to I'shan, but like before nothing would come out. He tried harder with the same results. Turning his mind once again to Ilveriath, he sent his silent words out with frantic thoughts.
Please help me. I don't know if I'll ever be okay. I can't speak. ...What's wrong with me? Why am I here? What happened?
Suddenly remembering that event with very detailed recollection, caused him to stiffen. He was completely helpless. The dragon he had shot had said all was well. Was that really true? Could it be believed? Trying to swallow his fear in a very dry throat left him coughing. He was soon better but his head pounded with the action.
I'shan had jerked suddenly and left the room without a word. What was going on? What was happening? His mind tried to be calm but couldn't help the apprehension that tried to flood it with these strange set of confusing events.
When I'shan hurried back into the room, the water cup was not noticed at first and the man's quick approach had him reaching out a trembling hand to ward off whatever blow was about to come. At the last moment, he saw what was happening. His face was still void of emotion. He was suspicious of the water but quickly accepted that it was okay.
Pulling back his arm he rested his palm on the bed in front of his belly. When the cup was offered kindly, he lifted his head with effort and looked at I'shan carefully while he drank greedily. He stopped and had to cough. Then he reached for the water again with his mouth and continued to take in the refreshing liquid.
I'shan spoke as he drank and when he had taken his fill he lay his head back down and was glad that his mouth and throat felt better. His terrible headache upon first coming awake was not as severe either. Was he alright though? The healers said his back....?
The lashing!
It wasn't a nightmare then? It had really taken place? That would now explain the tight aching feeling he had across his flesh there. Looking down with the memory at one of his wrists he saw evidence of injury there too although it was a lot better than it had been and was no longer bandaged.
It was only then that his blank face moved with the first hint of emotion. A slight creasing of his forehead became evident even though his mouth and eyes did not respond.
It was not rage. It was fear and great sadness.
He opened his mouth to respond to I'shan, but like before nothing would come out. He tried harder with the same results. Turning his mind once again to Ilveriath, he sent his silent words out with frantic thoughts.
Please help me. I don't know if I'll ever be okay. I can't speak. ...What's wrong with me? Why am I here? What happened?