Chronicles of Han Storm - Leilaka #1 (Fantasy, Adventure, Dragon Riders)

Leilaka ***Chapter One***

  Han (our hero) wakes up from Crio-sleep to find himself in the worst possible situation . . .   

Leilaka!

Birth place of physical experiences.

Seeding Planet for Creation.

Seated in the Original Universe the Creator aptly named Euphranor, To Delight.

Some will say a work of fantasy. I beg to differ.

I am Han, and this is my life-memory . . .

Leilaka

*** One ***

There was nothing but incredible pain. Every breath I drew brought more pain to my body.

Pain.

Breathe out.

Pain.

Breathe out.

I moved my body to a more comfortable position. My left arm and leg were hanging free, a gentle breeze playing over them.

Come to think of it, the breeze was ruffling my hair.

Slowly rolling onto my side, I brought my limbs back towards my body.

Willing my eyes to open and see what was going on, I discovered that I was lying on a narrow ledge.

The movement brought new pains and my nose started to bleed.

Closing my eyes against the glare of sunlight, I managed to sit up, holding my ribs together with my left hand. My right hand did not want to respond.

My head felt as if it was split open to the bone. Releasing my painful ribs, I gently probed the gash in the back of my head.

The scalp was split open, but was no longer bleeding severely. There was a lot of swelling that could become a problem if left untreated.

Opening up to Source Energy, I allowed the energy to wash over my body, healing as it flowed through me. I kept this up until I thought the healing to be complete.

My body seemed extremely depleted and when I closed the connection it felt better, but not yet healed.

Realising that the wound should have healed, or at least closed partially, I probed the gash again. The swelling had subsided, but the wound was still gaping.

Why had it not healed?

I sat quietly for a while, allowing my body the necessary time to act on the healing energy that it had just received.

It did not respond as I knew it should have.

Sighing, feeling the stab of pain from my broken ribs, I opened my eyes again and looked out over the panorama that displayed itself at the bottom of the cliff I was sitting upon.

Lush mountains ran down into a valley that spread out before me. A broad river lazily snaked its way to the horizon and a memory told me that it ran all the way to the Sea.

The floor of the valley was carpeted with grasses of colours I had never seen before in any of my travels.

I should know this. I was a traveller that had been to many worlds.

A traveller.

Now, that was the first real thought I had had since waking up on this narrow ledge, halfway between somewhere up there and whaaaaaay down there!