The sound of water came from underneath the rock. He went on his knees and started to grope the ground for a hole. He found one, probably the home of a poisonous animal, so he put his stiff left hand into the dark tunnel and started digging, using every muscle that was left in his forearm. After a few minutes, the hole was large enough to fit for his foot, so he turned around and kicked into the opening. He heard the sand falling down on the other side. He wasn’t able to think, he didn’t care what was waiting there, in this moment, his instincts had full control over every action.
Finally the hole was large enough to let him through, the sound of water now reached his ear clearly. He turned in with his legs first so he could land on them if the cave was deep. And it was. He fell several feet, landing kitten his legs and falling onto his back right after. But he was wet and his right feet touched water. He laughed while he got on his knees again and crawled towards where his feet felt the cold water. It was right in front of his face, he could see one star, that was gleaming through the hole he made, being reflected by the water. He sunk his head into the cold and clear water, started to drink and didn’t stop. With every draft of water, his mind took more control over his body again, and his hope rose again. He found the strength to extract the shard from his forearm before he fell asleep.
He woke up to a beam of sunlight reaching his face, the warmth slowly getting uncomfortable. He opened his eyes, his lids as heavy as always, but he felt no pain where his wounds had been. Confused, he stood up and stepped into the sunlight, looking down at his body. The wound on his chest was gone, as was every cut on his skin and his left arm more functional than it had ever been. His hand from which he fought was clearly dead, was hot from the blood that was squeezing through it’s veins. He heard of healing water before, elementalists were able to enchant it to give it healing qualities, but he had never seen natural healing water, not even in the grove. A frightening sound shook him out of his thoughts, Steps. Light shoes hitting wet stone. Without thinking, he stepped out of the light and hid behind a small rock he could barely see. The steps came closer, hitting the stone with determination Tailen knew from Soldiers, but also with a grace he never heard. The Thing the feet were attached to finally reached the cave Tailen was in. He didn’t know where it came from, but it certainly knew he was there. He could even hear it’s eyes searching through the darkness, noticing the unfamiliar opening in the ceiling. But then it kept on moving, slowly the sound was getting departed. Tailen let out a relieved breath, only to notice a pricking pain in on his throat. He touched the area and pulled something out of his skin. A needle. He could press out a ‘Grenth curse me’ before everything went dark.
When he opened his eyes, he was dragged somewhere. But he wasn’t carried in a way a prisoner was carried where he came from. His arms and legs were bonded onto a wooden stick and the stick was carried on the shoulders of two humans, he could see their brown-skinned legs, but they looked weird for a male. He raised his head towards the stick to get a look of the carrier behind him, only to see the face of a woman. The woman glanced at him with a ferocious, brown eyes out a face that he would consider friendly, if not for those eyes.
He let his head fall back into his neck again to see the carrier in the front. Also a woman, he could tell from what he saw.
Confused, he closed his eyes and tried to remember a story about a place like this in the Crystal desert, but it was hopeless. He didn’t know where he was and what those Women would do to him. He considered them a wild tribe and from all the Tribes he had encountered, some were friendly, but none were sane.
After minutes that felt like an eternity, he was dropped like dead hunting prey, hitting the ground hard with his back, still attached to the stick with all limbs and unable to move much more than rolling around. He rolled into a position from where he could see what his kidnappers where doing. He was laying in front of a wooden Gate, two female warriors with heavy leather shields, long spears and red tattoos on their bodies stood guard in front.
(edited by Justdeifyme.9387)