Altherainialis

Bricks and stones thrown from the wisps of air from above, black smoke covering Altherainialis. The air became thin and almost opaque. I was searching for his hand, the hand that had been by my side less then a second ago. I started coughing, breathing in the thick smoke and dust. Marron red blood started dripping from my right hand, a gash across my palm. I started to feel nauseous and dizzy, becoming unable to walk. The world became blurry, and my body started to shut down. As I crippled to my knees a few words slipped form my mouth:
"Olain..."