27 – Star

It hurts.

Pain is red, Jag has learned. It burns in his veins like liquid fire. And he can't move – Stang, this is really bad. There is a weight on his legs – maybe a collapsed pillar – and on his chest and breathing hurts so much he thinks he might pass out. Except that he can't.

He left no note for Jaina when he left. He'd planned on being back by now.

He strains his eyes but there is nothing. Darkness surrounds him. There is merely a tiny light, almost like a star.

Jaina.

He focusses his entire being – and calls.