Braith Part 1
Braith woke up on the cold, wet ground. It was still dark, but the sun was coming up, and basking everything in a surreal glow. A dark liquid was slowly dripping onto the ground in front of him. The sound of the drop echoed. All else was quiet. His forehead wrinkled as his mind attempted to put his memories back together. He reached a hand out to touch the liquid, and the triangle-shape that it was coming from. It was soft and cold. The blood-soaked cloth was a tablecloth. He shuttered and stifled a whimper of anguish. The memories were slowly coming back to him. The battle is over. Emotions washed over him, as his body instinctively began to curl. Pain shot through his body as he realized that his hands, arms, and especially his shoulder were injured. He put his hand on his shoulder, and connected with his body's pain. He didn't think his bones were broken, but maybe his spirit would be. He tried to roll onto his left side, in order to get up. While perfectly functional, his ...