Gareth Arenar
Crack!
Snap!
Crack!
Crack!
Snap!
Wumph!
"Agh!"
Gareth lay in the wet grass, his clothing soaked through to the skin and ripped in at least half a dozen different places. His left leg hurt like hell, but a quick shake and twist of his heel revealed it was not broken. Blood dripped from his left temple where the end of a branch had nicked him, there was a smaller cut on his hand, and one on his leg where one especially sharp branch managed to cut through the fabric and into the skin. None of the cuts were particularly deep, but they still bled. There was also a sharp pain in his chest, and another in his left arm. He would have some nasty bruises and scars after this, no doubt.
He wasn't sure how much time had passed, if it had been seconds or minutes, but he just lied there, thinking about how lucky he had been to survive.
I'm not jam!
He thought to himself with something close to relief. But still, the situation was far from ideal - he was soaking wet and stranded in the middle of a forest.
Oh, and the princess!
With a grunt, he slowly rose to his feet and looked around, until he spotted a small figure lying in the grass not too far from him. He limped over to her, only to trip on a root in the darkness and land directly next to her.
What was her name again?
He thought to himself. He could recall the name of almost every major Veranian monarch before the most recent war, so why was he having trouble with the name of the current princess, especially one he just jumped out of an airship to rescue. Then he remembered.
"Alicia!" He said out loud, looking down at her. "Princess! Wake up! We need to move!" No doubt the men up above would come looking for him.
Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.
02-Dec-2017 04:06:34
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