The light consumed the
darkness.
He must have opened his eyes.
Pain. It
came in waves, crashing over him again and again. He could
feel it growing. Swelling. Taking over
him. Darkness crept at the corners of his eyes, offering
him a sleep free of pain, but he did not accept.
Instead, he
moaned.
That sent a new pain screaming through his body, like a
knife cutting across his chest.
He relaxed his muscles once
more. That brought some relief.
The world around him
was beginning to define itself into shapes and lines.
He was
awake. Alone. Afraid.
The Earth beneath him
felt broken and uneven. Sharp pieces of stone and rock
bored into his back, biting into his skin through his shirt.
Dust
surrounded him. He heard no voices. Saw no
people. Felt no warmth.
He forced himself to roll
over onto his stomach, and then onto his knees, head lowered.
Drops
of red liquid fell to the ground, some rolled down the side of his
cheek. His light blue hair was now streaked with
crimson.
A dark silhouette form in his preferable vision. It
began to walk closer to the boy, but stopped about two metres away
from him, as if he were frightened of him.
"Who are you?"
asked the boy.
The man did not answer. He just stood
there, staring. It felt like an eternity before he felt a
gentle hand fall upon his shoulder. Surprised, he looked
at who was there.
Kneeling down beside him was a boy with
flaming red hair and blue armour. His face held a genuine
look of concern.
"Prince Marth, are you all right?"
He
looked back to where the man was standing, but he was gone.
He
back at the red head, drew a breath, but fell forward instead of
saying anything.
The red headed boy caught the prince and rolled
him onto his back, resting his head on his knees.
"You'll
be fine, I promise."
It was the last words he heard before
darkness consumed his mind once more.