Tired... He was so tired. This didn't seem right. Something deep down told him something was going wrong. And yet it was so difficult to keep his eyes open. Should he let them close? Just for a moment... A moment to relax. He could open them later when this was all finished.
His eyes had barely closed when a sudden pain tore through him, knives within attempting to bore their way out, ripping through and passing back together. He wanted to twist and turn, his only thought to be free of whatever it was that was causing him to much pain, but he couldn't move. Terror gripped his heart as he heard screaming and realized that it was his own voice he was hearing. It went on until he was forced to stop, gasping in shaky breath after breath, eyes alternating between being wide open and squeezed tightly shut.
The light became unbearable to look at, but soon died down, and as he fell to the ground in a broken heap, he still had spots in his eyes. Vyers tried to move, but his limbs screamed at him in protest, so he lay there a moment longer.
It was then that he became truly aware of the fact that he was in pain. He listened to each breath that escaped his lips with wonder and moved an arm experimentally. It hurt, just as it had before, but at least with considerably less intensity.
He laughed. Quiet, out of breath, but he laughed. He was exhausted, both mentally and physically, but he was alive and aware. Slowly, he pushed himself up to a sitting position, still unable to keep from laughing, and it became louder and more triumphant.
Grinning, he turned toward the others, to show them and announce it was a success, but that grin was immediately wiped away by what he saw. All three of them, crumpled on the ground. That's right... The risks Urd had mentioned before... How could he have forgotten? Were they...? Laharl...
Pulling his strength together, he dragged himself to his feet and rushed to Laharl's side, placing a hesitant, shaking hand on the boy's shoulder. Please...
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His eyes had barely closed when a sudden pain tore through him, knives within attempting to bore their way out, ripping through and passing back together. He wanted to twist and turn, his only thought to be free of whatever it was that was causing him to much pain, but he couldn't move. Terror gripped his heart as he heard screaming and realized that it was his own voice he was hearing. It went on until he was forced to stop, gasping in shaky breath after breath, eyes alternating between being wide open and squeezed tightly shut.
The light became unbearable to look at, but soon died down, and as he fell to the ground in a broken heap, he still had spots in his eyes. Vyers tried to move, but his limbs screamed at him in protest, so he lay there a moment longer.
It was then that he became truly aware of the fact that he was in pain. He listened to each breath that escaped his lips with wonder and moved an arm experimentally. It hurt, just as it had before, but at least with considerably less intensity.
He laughed. Quiet, out of breath, but he laughed. He was exhausted, both mentally and physically, but he was alive and aware. Slowly, he pushed himself up to a sitting position, still unable to keep from laughing, and it became louder and more triumphant.
Grinning, he turned toward the others, to show them and announce it was a success, but that grin was immediately wiped away by what he saw. All three of them, crumpled on the ground. That's right... The risks Urd had mentioned before... How could he have forgotten? Were they...? Laharl...
Pulling his strength together, he dragged himself to his feet and rushed to Laharl's side, placing a hesitant, shaking hand on the boy's shoulder. Please...