Pain.
Horrible, terrible pain.
All consuming, bursting from his chest.
Where was he?
What was happening?
So much Pain.
He tried to think past it, he had to know what had happened, what's going on.
The last thing he remembers is being in base camp with Zoey, after surviving the Twilight Forest. He remembers going to sleep next to her. But nothing after. He strains his memory, but is only met with a faint recollection of waking up in a panic, then fading to blackness with the feeling of cloth pushed over his face.
Mind returning to the present, Rythian realizes that with the pain comes a wet sensation. He tries to open his eyes, but finds he is blindfolded. Suddenly he hears two voices, first male, second female.
"Where is it?! It has to be here!"
"We haven't got much time left, he's fading away as we speak"
"Dammit! If he dies well lose it!"
"Why is this one different from the others?"
"It's been used completely different from the others, I want to see if that has an effect on it."
"We've used them in the same way, it doesn't seem to matter."
"Yes I know! But his has never been used any differently! This could be the one that never dies on us! We wouldn't have to worry about a power source again!"
Suddenly Rythian's mind began to get foggy, the pain seemed to dull.
"Dammit! We're losing him! Looks like he isn't what we need after all. Maybe he never had one."
"Huh, all that trouble, wasted. Take his body back near where we got him from, they'll think some mob did it."
"Fine"
Rythian felt his body being moved, but had no control. It hurt so badly. Were they taking him back? What did they do to him? What are they looking for? Eventually he found it impossible to think as darkness overtook him.
