Rythian
Awakened on a stone brick floor. It was cold and dark. I rolled to one side, hearing a jingling sound as I did, like the chain that could be felt around my weakened wrist. It was pitch black.
Battling the constant pulse of blood rushing past my ears, I managed to croak out a, “hello?” There was no response. I was alone. Brilliant, I thought, feeling almost disappointed.
However then, I heard a noise. It was very low, soft, and whoever owned it was in more pain than I was in that moment.
“Hello?” I repeated. “Is someone there?”
Another groan sounded.
Can they tell me where I am? I continued to think lonely thoughts.
I sat up and leaned on the moss covered wall nearby. As I moved, I noticed a searing pain in my gut. Putting my hand near the source, I involuntarily groaned obnoxiously. I slowly moved my hand away from the pain and up close to my face so I may be able to see it properly.
The darkness made it impossible to see anything, but I knew what it was; blood. The warm, reddish-purple liquid was dripping from my abdomen. I just didn’t know why. I felt around the area again to find that most of the wound had been sewed, but not properly.
A third groan could be heard from the other side of the area, followed by slurred speech. “Hello?” The voice said, very slowly and quietly.
“Yes?” I answered, letting out a soft cry of agony as I touched the wound again.
“H-Who is that?” The voice croaked, coughing.
I cringed and crinkled my nose as heard what sounded to be a liquid leaving the man’s body. “No matter. Are you okay?”
The male voice groaned.
“Okay. Don’t tell me. Just stay quiet. I’ll find a way out of this.”
I could sense the man nodded. Now I just had to live up to my word. There was no way to tell me who this man was, but he was in a lot of pain, and I somehow felt sorry for him. The problem was, I didn’t even want to move: it would pain me too much. How was I going to get us out of this if I wouldn’t move or see? I couldn’t risk hurting myself more just to help someone of whom I didn’t even know.
That’s when I heard footsteps. They grew louder and louder and then stopped, sounding very close. Thereafter followed the sound of jingling keys and then a click: like the sound of an unlocking door. A creak followed and then slower footsteps slowly making their way to me.
A hand grabbed the inside of my elbow. I didn’t dare ask who it was, thinking I might just hurt myself with the even the minimal amount of force it took to speak. The warmth of the hand on my arm felt strange. No one had ever touched me like that. Another hand grabbed my other arm in the same place, attempting to get me on my feet. My body didn’t help whoever was trying. I couldn’t and I wouldn’t.
The owner of the voice from before began coughing again and more liquid sounded like it escaped him. He moaned loudly when it was over. Those warm hands let go of me and the body walked over to the other man in the room. “What’s wrong, blondie?”
This man’s voice was very recognizable; Sjin. Everything was coming together. The voice from before, “blondie,” must have been Duncan. It was just Sjin, Duncan, and I.
No. Not this. I’m just dreaming, I must be.
Duncan moaned for another time.
“Aw… You must hurt so badly.” Sjin remarked sarcastically, laughing evilly. “How about you, alchemist? You doin’ alright?”
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