• Slowly, I become aware of my own slow breathing, the cold air around me. I try to look around but all I see is blackness. I can barely tell where I am, I think I’m lying on the ground.

    I can feel someone softly shaking me, steadily shaking harder, and a voice growing louder.

    “’Ey, kid, Ya there?” It’s a young man’s voice, “Can ya hear me? ‘Ey, come on!” I try to respond to him to tell him I’m alright, but I can’t move anything. “Ya can’t die on me out ‘ere! Ah, great, guess I gotta take ya with me to town then.”I can feel him pick me off of the cold ground; he’s carrying me like a small child, cradling me. Then a soft voice begins to sing sweetly. The words are soothing even though I can’t understand them. Slowly my senses start to fade again and I’m back in the blackness as before.

    I have no idea how much time has passed, but I’m beginning to fade back into the world again. My senses and awareness are coming back slowly. I can still hear him singing even though I still cannot see him. I can feel the warmth of his arms around me, still holding me like a child. I begin to try to move a little bit. I try to move my head so my face is toward him, I manage to do so. I try to open my eyes. They open but everything I see is blurry. All I can see of the man holding me is a dark blur.

    The singing stops and again I hear the man speak, “So yer still alive, thought I mighta lost ya a few times there. Well, since yer awake le’s take a break fer a little bit.”

    As he sits me down against a tree my vision begins to clear so I can see him better. He has fair skin, and shaggy dark black hair pulled back into a short ponytail (Most of which was not in the ponytail.). He is wearing dark clothing, a black long sleeve shirt, dark jeans, and an old looking dark colored cloak.