Chapter 3:
Snatches of events flashed in his mind. Exile. Pain. Sonea. Death. Lorlen. Sonea. His heart soared whenever she appeared in his mind. His Sonea. The saviour of Kyralia. His love. She had saved him too from the cold abyss. His mind was fuzzy and dreary, still recovering from the fight. He didn't want to open his eyes and face reality, too much had happened and he just wanted to think. He couldn't believe Lorlen was dead... Pushing away those thoughts, he opened his eyes slowly. Outside pattered rain droplets which left lines of water against the window. Even the land seemed to be mourning. As he tried to sit, muscles screamed at him in pain, tight with exhaustion and neglect. He healed them with a little magic and carefully pulled himself forward, stretching out the disused muscles and breathing deeply. A short stab of pain reminded him of the deep wound healing in his chest, he was very lucky that it had hit lower, only puncturing his lung. Any higher and it might have slipped down into his heart, and he wouldn't have survived. Groaning, he wiped his face with his hands and sat on the edge of the bed. His body was weak and he already felt exhausted, but he stood up carefully nonetheless. It was good to get out of bed and stretch. The door clicked open behind him, and as he turned he found himself grinning like a lovestruck fool. There she was. She saw him, grinning back and rushed to him to then find herself enveloped tightly by him arms and chest.
"Akkarin." Sonea said sighing contently. He held her very close despite the pain in his chest, it was so nice to hold her close once more. "I love you Sonea." He replied, holding her head and stroking her glossy dark hair. She looked up and pulled him closer, kissing him deeply and lovingly.
