Prologue:
Darkness, one of the only things he had learned how to survive in, but now he felt like he was lost in it.
The pain in his body was unbearable and all he could do was to let the river drag him along.
He had no idea how much time had passed since he was pushed in the river with a broken mask and a gunshot in his leg. All he knew was that he had been betrayed by the only person he had ever cared about. How could she just stand there and do nothing?
He understood that she could do nothing about him being excommunicated, but it had shocked him a little when she hadn't said anything to stop them from breaking his mask and shoot him in his leg, before they had pushed him into the river.
When he had hit the water, he had tried to keep himself floating in the water, but after some time the pain got too much for him and he had to tie himself to a big tree branch.
All his clothing was soaked now and as the darkness was coming he could feel the chill of the water getting to him.
He had to get out of the water if he wanted survive, but every time he moved just an inch his body burned with pain.
This was not good and he had to just hope that the river would get him somewhere before it was too late.
He woke up to total darkness and his whole body felt numb.
It felt like the branch had stopped moving but he couldn't move to see if he was stuck, or if he actually got to the side of the river.
All he could see was the stars above his head and it brought him back to the pit, as he could remember looking at the stars through the hole during the long nights with all the pain.
Hours seemed to drag by and he could feel himself starting to fall asleep, as his body gave up fighting the pain. He closed his eyes and welcomed the darkness and he could feel the pain go away as he slowly lost consciousness.