Dragon born

Chapter 2 Health

AUTHORS Note******

I had a bit of trouble writing this chapter and would appreciate feedback as to how it comes across for people who don't know the story. 

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Health

Darkness spread out in all directions. Morris was trying to remember what had happened to him. He tried to think back. Was this a dream, it couldn't be. He always had the same dream. The elf wasn't in it and he was not anywhere on the manor grounds, the dream was always somewhere on the manor grounds and clearly so. 

Morris started to panic, he tried to scream out but the void was filled only with silence. For what felt like hours, maybe even days he couldn't tell he tried to make a sound, or move an arm or a leg.

 Nothing continued to happen, Eventually, he heard a voice. Maybe it was his imagination or a sign that he had finally gone insane. But it seemed like barley audible singing, In elvish, the sound too muffled to make out more than the occasional words, it made no sense it must be in his head but why would he dream of pleasant elvish music. The singing seemed to calm him and fell familiar but then it stopped abruptly and the silence and panic returned. Morris had gone past panic and confusion long ago, now all he has filled with was desperation.

There was darkness warmth muffled elvish usually singing any or all that could be made up but he had found that path unhelpful. He had a new companion physical discomfort.

 It was the feeling of something pressing against him from all sides. Lately where ever he was had become cramped. He tried to speak once more.

"Chirp, Chirp. Chirp"

An improvement of sorts over the no sound that he had begun with he would think on what that meant later. He moved and shifted trying in vain to get himself more comfortable in the cramped quarters.

Crack

The sound echoed everywhere and he found a little bit more space moreover he was overwhelmed by the sounds of something real, or so he hoped. Maybe if he moved a little more. He paused and pushed against the wall again.

Crack

Maybe there was a way out. He tried again, and again.

He had been trying to break his prison for what seemed like forever. At least it was something to do an action that had some effect if only minor there was more space he moved his head pressing it hard towards what he thought of as up. It felt the right thing to do.
Crack Crack Snap

Finally light. When his head broke through and he saw it light blinded him with its intensity, he closed his eyes he hadn't needed to do that in so long. Something was relieving about the sensation. He hadn't needed sight so far, wherever he was. He felt his legs were still trapped. He kicked as hard as he could against his confinement, filled with new hope for escape. He pushed with his legs only to find his arms seemed to get in the way more then he thought.

"Shouldn't I help him?" came a voice.

"No. This is something he has to do for himself."

Experimentally opening his eyes Morris looked around but couldn't see anything for the light. If they were talking about him no help would be forthcoming, besides they were speaking elvish. The chance of intervention was growing slimmer by the moment. The strange voice was right; he needed to do this himself, whatever it was he was doing.

 But the first voice he was sure was the one that had done the singing, no he would press on not plead for help from elves. Continuing his struggle to force his way out, he once again built up the strength for a mighty push, hoping to break apart his restraint with one massive effort. Pushing and thrashing about, his prison began to give way.