The feeling of cold, hard ground beneath Magnus was starting to fade with the rest of the world. He could still sense people walking past him, but - as always - no one seemed to care about him. He was glad. The men who had beaten him hadn´t felt pity for him either. And why should they have? He had the devil´s eyes, he only brought bad luck. He was a monster. Strangely the thought didn´t hurt him anymore. The pain of the wounds, too, was starting to edge away, leaving behind a sensation he had rarely felt before. He let it fill him, soaked it up, feeling oddly comforted.
Yet, no sooner had the pain vanished and he had started to slip away into darkness than a thought began to nag at the edge of his consciousness. It was faint at first and he tried to shake it away, but still it persisted. Was there something he had forgotten? He was sure there was something he was supposed to do, someone who he should recall. He struggled to remember it but the thought avoided him, danced just out of his reach into the darkness clouding his mind. It was as though it was urging him to follow. To where, he wasn't sure.
He was starting to feel the pain again, it was slowly dragging him from the comforting warmth and, try as he might to hold on to it, he wasn't strong enough. He opened his eyes. At first he saw only blurry shapes he could´t fathom. Then, in a short moment of clarity, his eyes caught a young boy walking past him. For a moment it seemed like he would go straight past without noticing him but then, as if sensing his gaze, the boy turned his head.
The last thing Magnus saw before darkness pulled him under again was the image of startled blue eyes.
