Pain, the red mask covered Nathaniel's eyes as he crumbled to the floor in agony. There was no specific point where the red mask started in his body, it was just pain. Everywhere hurt. The loud ringing in his ears wasn't enough to block out the sinister laughter from the sorcerer. "I have to move! I have to move," he thought. In a pitiful attempt to crawl away from his target, his body was stricken with another bout of twisting anguish emanating from the sorcerer's hand. He let out a loud shriek as his limbs contorted with pain. Everything began to fog over, as if someone was laying a white sheet over his eyes. "This is the end, I know it," his thoughts began to take a dark turn. He felt his body grow heavy as he sunk deeper into the blackness of his unconscious mind.
The light behind his eye-lids startled him at first. A wave of questions washed up against the sides of his mind. His body felt sore, and every little movement brought on a shot of pain that went all the way to his head, scattering any thoughts he had. He felt as if he had just awoken from the dead. Slowly, he opened his eyes. The sudden rush of light blinded him, and he instinctively rolled over onto his side, protecting his valuable eyes.
Slowly, Nathaniel waited for his precious eyes to adjust to the new lighting. His surroundings were not what he expected. He had been laying in a white room with very little furniture. The bed was rather hard, and the color of the blanket reminded him of the ocean. In that small moment, he realized he was not in the large dark store-room where he was before. Somehow he had been moved, and that was a mystery yet to be solved. A new bout of pain washed over him as he turned to examine the white room more closely. His failure to see the bandages covering areas on his chest, shoulders, arms and legs lead him to frequent rounds of pain as he moved. As he still sat in the bed trying to adjust to his surroundings, he noticed that there was a blackness on his left side. Slowly, he reached up a bandaged hand to his face and felt another bandage covering his left eye. Had he been blinded? Had the foul sorcerer cursed him with one eye? His curiosity about his eye switched to the sound at the door. Whoever had found him, had helped him recover in a way.
The light behind his eye-lids startled him at first. A wave of questions washed up against the sides of his mind. His body felt sore, and every little movement brought on a shot of pain that went all the way to his head, scattering any thoughts he had. He felt as if he had just awoken from the dead. Slowly, he opened his eyes. The sudden rush of light blinded him, and he instinctively rolled over onto his side, protecting his valuable eyes.
Slowly, Nathaniel waited for his precious eyes to adjust to the new lighting. His surroundings were not what he expected. He had been laying in a white room with very little furniture. The bed was rather hard, and the color of the blanket reminded him of the ocean. In that small moment, he realized he was not in the large dark store-room where he was before. Somehow he had been moved, and that was a mystery yet to be solved. A new bout of pain washed over him as he turned to examine the white room more closely. His failure to see the bandages covering areas on his chest, shoulders, arms and legs lead him to frequent rounds of pain as he moved. As he still sat in the bed trying to adjust to his surroundings, he noticed that there was a blackness on his left side. Slowly, he reached up a bandaged hand to his face and felt another bandage covering his left eye. Had he been blinded? Had the foul sorcerer cursed him with one eye? His curiosity about his eye switched to the sound at the door. Whoever had found him, had helped him recover in a way.
