Breathe.
Your lungs demand air. Screams on the edge of your hearing. Was that Thomas? Gunfire lit up the night. A primal screech and curses. The fierce notions of a battle on a wayward land.
Get up. Where is you sword?
Elton snarls. At you? Or the monster?
Get up. Stand. You have to fight. Don't get up. Lie. You'll die if you do.
A memory of a distant day long passed. How long has it been since then? Where did it all go wrong?
Dream of somewhere that is not here. Dream of a faraway yet peaceful place. Dream of days that once passed.
Darkness folds over your eyes.
Breathe.
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To Hunt What's Beyond ( Fantasy Hunters Roleplay)
RandomYou. A group. A mystery. A monster.