Recalled to Life – Tryndale

By: Dallas Dituri

For: Dezi

In line with the story beautifully written by my great friend Dezi.

Prologue

Crash! Startled, I fell out of my tree and hit the ground. Hard. Groaning, I gingerly picked my face out of the muddy ground and tasted the metallic flavor of blood. Whilst wiping the crud out of my eyes, I realized my nose was pouring out blood like my ex does once a month. Swearing profanities upon life and gravity, I reached for my pack, only to realize it was still up in the great redwood tree.

Crash! Not so surprisingly, my wondrous act of face planting out of the giant tree made me forget about what made me fall out of said tree. I quickly sprang from my position to my feet, only to fall straight back down. Dazed, I supported my body with one arm and spectated what was sure to be yet another fabulous show.

Half blind from the pain of my broken nose, I was barely able to perceive a figure running through the green shrubbery among the massive redwoods. As the dark figure appeared, so did another, sprinting like a bat out of hell. The first figure stumbled and the second football tackled the first into the ground. I flinched as I heard a piercing Crack! With the two figures smothered by shrubbery, I made my way to my feet; albeit I attempted this one slowly.

By the time I was standing upright, I heard a vicious fighting, and stumbled towards the sound. The two figures were locked upon the ground in some sort of wrestling death match. I sensed, rather than saw, a glint from the two figures. Swooning from blood loss, I leaned upon a tree and observed. The figure on top was trying to plunge – what I deduced to be a dagger – into the heart of the other. Suddenly, a piercing scream sounded that rang in my ears like a church bell ringing in close proximity. As Darkness subdued me with her tight embrace, I couldn't help but feel as if the scream had ended my life.