Pain was the first thing I felt when my body finally decided it was time to bring me back from the world of unconsciousness. The pain was unbearable. It felt like a house had run over me, only for a stampede of elephants to tap dance over me.

But what was worse than the pain was the heat. The heat had only started a moment after I had woken up. My head was on fire, and the heat was worse than the pain. It felt like my head was trying to turn into a puddle. And at that moment, it was focused on my head.

I tried to open my eyes but only cracked my right slightly open. It was dark out. I could see the tops of trees, most covering the sky, only a few allowing the stars to break past. I couldn't move my head, no matter how hard I tried. I just lay there looking at the occasion twinkle through the trees.

On occasion, I would hear the occasional twig snap, but for the most part, I was left alone. I wanted to sleep, but with the pain and the heat, I was wide awake. The one saving grace is that it felt like the heat was starting to move from the top of my head to the middle.

Trying to look with my one good eye, I could see my nose broken. It looked pushed in and bent to the side. I tried to speak.

"Ahh… Ahhh… Ahh," I said. I tried to speak but could feel my jaw, unable to move properly. I had probably fractured or dislocated it when I felt the heat on my nose and left eye.

I felt a force on my nose like somebody was pulling and yanking wildly, trying to straighten it. I opened my left eye as I felt my nose pull before finally hearing a loud. *pop*.

Looking back at my nose with both eyes, I could see it had been straightened. It looked like it had never been damaged. I could feel the heat then move down to my jaw.

"Ahh... ahh… ahh" was all that came out of my mouth as the heat intensified on my jaw.

I could hear snapping as if my jaw were broken and moved slightly with each twist and pull. Tears flooded my eyes. I had never broken a bone before, and if this was what it was like, I felt bad for those who had. With one loud crack, I could feel my jaw finally finding its place.

"AHH FUCKING FUCK" I Yelled into the night air as I moved my sore jaw.

I lay there, tears still falling down my face. The heat had yet to move anywhere else when I realized. My head was no longer in serious pain. It was sorer than anything, especially my jaw.

I tried to move my head, but every time I tried, all I would feel was pain and an itch, like my body wanted to listen, but it was unable to do it. All I could do was wait for the pain to subside when I finally felt the heat start moving down to my neck.

"No, no, no!" I said as the heat finally made its way down to the middle of my neck.

With an incredibly loud *Crack*, I could feel the bones in my neck start to move back and forth, trying to align themselves, cracking each time they moved. The pain was awful. My bones moved and twisted as if they had a mind of their own. No matter how badly I cried out in pain before, with a final pop, the heat lessened, and I could feel my neck again.

I lay there again, my neck sore; the heat was giving me a moment to rest before it would move. The pain that I had gone through was nothing like I had experienced before. I could feel the muscles in my neck again, so I raised my head to look at the rest of my body. I knew that what I had just gone through was the easy part.

My body was best described as broken. My Abdomen was deformed beyond belief, my chest was caved in, and my ribs were most likely broken. My arms were broken and dislocated, with my right hand folded flat against the top of my arm with the palm facing the sky. My left arm was bent backward at the elbow while my hand had a few broken fingers, but what stood out was the giant hole where I had been impaled on the broken glass.

Looking at my lower body, my Pelvis was as deformed as my chest, bulging out where it should not. My left leg looked bent and as broken as my arms, save for my leg bone, which had pierced the skin. My right leg, on the other hand, had nearly been ripped off at the knee, and all that was holding it onto my body was what looked to be muscle and a bit of skin, although my foot looked to be in decent condition.

Panic set over me as I realized that the heat would be moving soon and with how my neck and head had gone. I knew that I was going to experience some of the worst pain that I would ever have felt. And on that queue, the heat started to move to my chest.

"Oh god, please, no more!" I said to myself as the heat engulfed my chest, my cries of pain unheard.

My ribs started to wiggle as if they were made of worms straining and fixing themselves, popping and cracking each time they moved, pushing against the skin of my chest. Once my ribs finished, I could feel my spine start to realign itself with my neck, each vertebra moving it, twisting as it did.

As I lay, I wondered why this was happening when I remembered what Aurora said to me about my body fixing itself and that as long as it wasn't gone, my body could repair. Obviously, he forgot to mention the pain as a side effect and what a side effect it was.

"Aurora, you son of a son, tell a person next time! You bastard!" I yelled as I felt my last spinal vertebra realign.

The heat gradually lessened momentarily, giving me enough time to look over my chest. Looking over my chest, I saw it seemed as good as new. However, I could not lift my shirt to see if I had any scars or basic skin damage.

As I had finished looking over my chest, I could feel the heat move to my right arm. The bone cracking and popping began again as it fully engulfed my arm. What was worse was that either I was getting used to it, or my chest was a lot more painful.

I could feel my shattered arm bones fuse as my arm joints relocated themselves back into their sockets. My hand un-flattened from my arm as the few broken fingers I had popped back into place.

Once it had finished, I could move my arm and hand again. As I moved my arm, I could hear cracking from the joints as it moved. Clenching my fist, I used my newly unbroken hand to prop up myself slightly and slowly.

I propped myself up and felt the heat move to my left arm. As it reached my elbow, I could see the bottom part of my arm move slowly as it lined itself up with the upper part, ensuring it was not twisted before I heard a quick *crack*.

I saw my arm fling itself forward as quickly as it could, leaving me in tears. I looked at my hand as the heat finally reached it. Quickly, the broken fingers straightened and repaired, allowing movement, and leaving the gaping hole in my hand. Slowly, I watched as the skin and muscle began to fuse with each side, leaving my hand normal with no scars.

"Well, that's good. At least I won't have to get cosmetic surgery, just therapy." I said to myself, looking at my hand while weakly chuckling.

As I planted my other hand in the dirt, lighting the load on my right, I felt the heat pass through my chest as it reached my pelvis. As the heat intensified, bones moved and aligned themselves. The pain had been worse than my chest. Was my pelvis really that broken? As I was thinking, I felt a lightning bolt of pain surge through my body when a familiar coldness filled my hands.

My hands slid out from under me as I fell back onto my back, causing my sore back to scream. Adjusting my hand, I picked myself back up, looking at where my hands had been previously. There were small patches of ice covering the floor. I then looked at my left hand only to see a fading light blue glow emanating from it.

Looking at my hand, I knew I would have to deal with it later. Now, I have to focus on my body. As I put my hand back on the ground, I felt the last bit of my pelvis align, and the heat and pain lessened, leaving only my legs as the heat gave me no time for rest, moving to my left leg.

The bottom upper part of the leg began to snap and creak as the bones fused back together. When it reached my knee, I saw my knee bone moving from behind my knee before resting in its normal place. As the heat finally made its way to the bone that had pierced my skin, I saw it slowly recede into my leg as the hole it had made slowly fused with the rest of my skin.

My foot had been broken in half horizontally. Luckily, it did not pierce the skin. As the heat engulfed my foot, I saw the foot snap back into place, snapping and cracking as the foot straightened itself. With My left leg finished, I knew all that was left was my nearly severed right leg, which I knew would be the worst.

"OK, Jack, you can do this. You've done the rest. You can do this," I said, trying to prepare myself for what was about to happen.

I propped myself up and allowed myself to sit. I raised my hand not to touch the ground, as I did not want to fall on my back again. I felt the heat leave my left leg, slowly moving through my pelvis to my right leg when I finished. I chewed on the side of my check in preparation.

When the heat finally reached my leg, it grew worse than before. I clenched my fist as the pain started to take over my leg. Tears began to fall on my face again as I watched my nearly severed leg slowly move, being pulled by the few strands of skin and muscle. Looking back at my hands to distract me, I could see them glowing bright blue.

"OH, SWEET MOTHER OF GOD, THE PAIN!" I yelled in the darkness around me.

Looking back at my leg, I saw it was almost done pulling itself, as it stopped when both muscles and bones touched. Slowly, I saw the muscles fuse back together, and the muscle strands began to attach like a web from each end, pulling each closer. Once the muscle had finished, the skin was next, and I saw the skin slowly stitch together, covering the muscle under it.

Once my leg had finished, I fell back onto my back, giving my mind a moment to rest from what had happened. As I lay there, my hands still held above me, I could see the blue glow. What was it? As I watched my hand, I saw the glow start to dim before fading again, allowing me to let my arms fall to the ground as the heat finally faded away.

"Oh, finally." I sighed with relief.

My body was sore, but at least I didn't look like abstract art anymore. Raising my body, I decided to get a feel for my surroundings before I planned my next move. Looking around, I saw that I was in another forest, and the smell of early autumn filled the air.

Looking behind me, I saw my backpack hanging on a branch about fifteen feet away, above eye level. It looked beat up—not as bad as I had been, but still bad. One of the arm straps was missing, leaving only one.

Limping over, I pulled it free-swinging onto my back like it was originally a single-strap bag so I would not have to adjust it whenever I moved. Looking around again, I knew I had to get moving to find some kind of shelter and water.

Pulling my compass out of my bag, I saw a large crack in the glass. Still usable, I decided to walk south until something caught my eye.

As I stepped through the forest, I wondered about all that had happened that day. First, my betrayal and murder, meeting Aurora, being sent back to my dead body, walking up in a world of colorful talking horses and ice coming from my hands, running from said horses, saving a horse, and falling off a mountain. Lastly, my body repaired itself like it was made out of clay.

Looking down at my hands, I wondered what that blue glow was. It looked like the glow from Aurora and that one orange unicorn. But it looked unrefined, like they had had it all their life, and I was just now using it for the first time.

Looking at my hand, I tried to make a glow appear, focusing all my willpower on my hands. But all that happened was a weak blue glow fading as quickly as it had arrived. I tried focusing my willpower again with the same results: a quickly fading blue glow. I sighed in frustration.

"Oh, come on, you made me fall on my back when I didn't want to. Now I want to see a glow, and you're shy." I said, looking at my hands.

Lowering my hands back down to my side, I thought of the ponies I had seen. I had seen three types of ponies—ones with horns on their head, ones with wings on their sides, and ones with neither wings nor horns. Was that all the ponies that lived in this world, or could there be even more ponies out there?

As I thought about the ponies, I remembered what one of the ponies called me: human. I could feel my eyes widen. Did that mean there were other humans here? I didn't see any in the hospital or while running through the castle.

I sighed again as I would have to worry about others when I could figure out where the nearest civilization was. Even if it did have ponies, I believe they would know what a human was, and I would be able to get help. Or at least as much as a talking corpse should be able to get.

I had been walking for who knows how long, but it was enough for the sun to have started rising. But that did not mean much because who knows how long I had been unconscious.

Normally, I would listen to music while I walked, but humming to myself to help pass the time was all I could do. On the bright side, if I had listened to music, I would not have heard what was in front of me. The sound of rushing water.

Lifting my head, I looked up to see a clearing in the forest where I could see a small river flowing. Picking up my pace, I exited the forest to see that it was not a clearing but an intersection where the river spit to the sides of the forest.

I walked over to the water, dipping my hands in the water, filling the coldness of the water wash over my hand. Cupping my hands together, I raised both with water, filling my hand and bringing it to my mouth. I began to drink the water, my dry mouth quenched by the liquid, for I didn't believe I had any water since yesterday.

I continued drinking water when I remembered the bottle in my bag. Taking off the bag, I grabbed the metal water bottle and looked over it. Luckily, it had a few small dents but no holes. I slowly dipped the bottle in the flowing water and filled it. I thought of why I had brought the bottle. I wanted to try melting and purifying snow and filling the bottle that way, but this works fine.

"Ok, that should do it," I said before lifting the bottle out of the water and placing it back in my bag.

Placing the bottle back onto my back, I began to look around. The river stretched and bent in each direction. Looking at the forest on the other side of the river, it looked wilder than the one I had just come from. Looking past the tree line, I could see a few stone pillars sticking out of the forest. If I had to say, it would be about a 20-minute walk from where I was.

If I wanted to cross the river, I would have to swim across it, as it was too deep to walk. Taking off my bag again, as I did not want the inside to get wet, I held it above my head as I walked into the water and began to swim across.

The current was decently strong, especially for just one hand, but it was a quick swim for the most part. When I emerged from the other side of the river, I would have said that I was dragged about ten feet down the river, noting that would have put me off track from where I was heading.

Looking closer at the trees, I could see they were covered in vines and thick vegetation around the base of the trees, looking more like a jungle than a forest. Looking past the tree line, I could see more trees, only even more densely packed together. As I looked, I took a deep breath and began walking to the stone pillars.

Within my first few steps inside the forest, the ambiance changed. It no longer felt peaceful like it did beforehand. It felt more chaotic as if the forest had a mind of its own. With every step I took, I felt like something was watching me, just behind a tree or above me, and I hated this feeling.

I had been walking for a moment when I came across a path that looked like it had been used a few times. Stepping out of the tree line, I saw that the path led to where I was heading. Within the distance, I saw a large stone building.

"Just my luck a way to where I'm going," I said.

Looking down the other way, the path bent and curved before disappearing behind more trees. I turned and began walking to the large stone building, still feeling watched like prey.

I continued down my new path. The stone building came into view more and more. It looked like a castle but was not in as good of shape as the one I fell from. I walked silently for a few minutes when I heard a twig snap behind me.

Turning my head to look at the source of the noise, my eyes widened at what I saw. Three wolves were behind me, but they did not look like any wolves I'd seen. These were made out of wood.

"What the?" was all I could say when the wolves started sprinting at full speed at me.

At the sight of the three wooden wolves sprinting at me, I put the pedal to the metal and started sprinting down the path. I could hear the wolves behind me pick up their pace as I ran to the stone building.

With every step, I could hear the growling behind me. I was being hunted, and I was getting sick of my life being in danger so much. Looking back, I saw that the wolves were closer than before, one on the verge of pouncing.

Stepping to the side, I saw the wolf fly past me and landing on the side of a tree, shattering itself into pieces, allowing me to run past it. Looking back at the other two, I saw they had slowed down a bit, but why? I saw the shattered wolf rejoin its pack on the chase for me.

Looking back at the castle, I saw I was getting close to about one more minute of sprinting and would be there. I saw that the castle and a wooden door were slightly cracked open like someone had been through recently.

As I finally reached the door, I slid past the slight crack and slowly pushed it closed. The wolves were relentless. They slammed against the door, trying to force it open, but I stood my ground and kept the door shut with all my might.

After several minutes of the wolves trying, I felt the door finally stop being pushed on. With a howl, I heard the wolves' footsteps as they walked away. Sliding against the door, I sighed with relief.

"I think I hate forests now," I said as I rested my head against the door.

Looking at the room before me, I saw a long hallway with multiple doors leading to different rooms. Large stone pillars separated the rooms, and small metal torch holders hung on the wall beside the doors. The hallway looked old and falling apart. The roof had caved in, allowing the sun to illuminate it. Broken stones covered the floor, while what appeared to be foliage covered the walls.

Looking past the hallway, I saw two flights of stairs, each leading a separate way before merging onto a single walkway. Above the stairwell, I saw two worn-out banners, one with a sun and a white pony and the other with the moon and a dark blue pony. Looking at both, I saw that they had wings and horns.

"Man, I don't think anyone has been here for years," I said as I continued to look around the room.

I stood up, using the door to prop myself up, before walking slowly around the hallway. This place was abandoned by whoever lived here, but that did not mean I was alone. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out the knife that I had placed in it, unfurling it as my only protection if something wanted to hurt me.

Walking into the first room, I saw what looked like a library with at least a few hundred books lining the shelves. Looking at the books closer, I could see that some of them were damaged and on the verge of falling apart. Light shined through the trough door, along with a large broken window on the other side of the room.

After leaving the room and walking to the next room, I saw that it appeared to be a large common room. Glass walls lined both sides of the room, allowing as much light as possible to enter. In the middle of the room appeared what looked like a holder of some kind, with five metal arms around it and a large stone sphere in the middle.

"Wow, fancy," I said.

I looked at the middle stone holder again before turning and exiting the common room and turning my attention to the last room on the right. When I entered the room, it was dark except for the light coming through the door. From what I could see, it appeared to be a kitchen.

Reaching into my backpack, I pulled out my flashlight and tried to turn it on, but when I did, no light came on. Turning the flashlight around, I could see that the bulb on the inside had been broken, as shards of glass filled the inside where the bulb went. Sighing as I knew I didn't have a spare, I began to work on the flashlight.

Turning off the flashlight, I unscrewed the top and dumped the glass to the side as I unscrewed what was left of the bulb from the flashlight. I placed the broken flashlight back in my bag and turned my attention back to the room.

Looking at what I could see, it was primitive, not something I would have seen in modern times but more medieval. Most of the stoves were made of clay, and the metal there was rusted as if it had not been used in a long time. In the middle of the room, a large stone table was probably where whoever lived here had their means prepared.

Exiting the room, I looked across the hallway and saw that I only had two rooms, one across from the kitchen and one across from the library. As it was closer, I turned my attention to the room across from the kitchen. Walking across the hallway, I came to the wooden door.

As I opened the door, it became apparent that this was a food storage room. Empty boxes and cloth bags with faded pictures of produce were all that remained in the room. Although any food that had been ravaged and rotted away long ago. Shutting the door, I turned my attention to the last room.

Open the last door. I got my hopes up high, but upon opening the door, I saw it was just an empty room with no windows or anything of interest.

"Probably just another storage room," I said as I turned to exit the room.

Exiting the room and stepping outside the door, I felt my left foot give out from under me, sliding as a piece of rock flew out from under me. I began to fall to my side and started looking for something to help stop my fall; quickly, I grabbed one of the metal torch holders as the knife fell from my hand.

My fall stopped for a moment, but the sound of a *click* as the torch holder leaned slightly forward. Regaining my balance, I looked at the torch holder as the clicking sounds could be heard through the wall. Letting go of the torch holder, I could see a gear at the base where it connected to the wall.

As I stared at the torch holder, I heard the clicking stop before the large pillar that had separated the two rooms on the left started to slide down the wall. As the pillar slid down the wall, I could see a final door start to appear. All that remained once the pillar had slid down was the door behind it.

The door looked different from the others. It looked taller, almost as tall as the main door. Looking at the door closer, I could see that they were made of what was now rusted metal. Walking, I placed my hand on the door, only to fall apart in a mix of red dust and sand. I coughed as the dust filled my air, and I waved my hand to move the dust out of my way.

As the dust slowly fizzled out, I was left with a stairway leading deeper into the castle. Looking at the stairwell, I could see two flights of stairs: a normal one and one that looked like it was made for something bigger. The stairwell was also aligned with glowing gems that provided decent illumination for the stairs.

"Woah," I said as I stared down the stairs.

I picked up the knife that had fallen from my grip when I almost fell. Turning around, the stairway curved down as a light blue came from the gems. Walking to the edge of the stairs, I felt curiosity as I looked down the stairs. What was down there? Why was this place hidden? I had to know.

As I took my first step down the stairs, each step brought me closer to whatever was down there. Each step took me lower and lower. Walking down, I noticed that the stairs were slightly smaller than my foot, so I had to focus on not slipping as I held the wall for balance. The glowing blue gems were beautiful. They almost looked like sapphires, but their shapes were different.

As I arrived at the bottom, I saw the room was pitch black. Knowing that my flashlight was out of order, I looked around momentarily before my gaze landed on the blue gem above me. Reaching up, I took the gem in my hand and started pulling to unwedge it from where it sat. The gem came out from its socket with a final pull and glowed in my hand.

I began to explore the room slowly, as the gem's light only went so far, if I had to say, about seven feet. As I walked around the room, I realized it was some sort of ancient laboratory. Books were Scattered all around the room, some open, some closed. Walking closer to the books, I noticed one that stood out: a book with a golden cover on a wooden book stand.

Walking closer to the book, I saw large rocks at the edge of the light. Once I reached the book, I held the gem closer to it; it looked pristine, with no scratch or hint of age showing on it. Looking closer at the book, I saw the title, reading it aloud.

"' Royal Book of Magic, Magical Artifacts, and Creatures' sounds fancy," I said as I went to pick up the book, noticing my hands were full.

Placing the knife back in my pocket before moving my hand to the book. Upon picking up the book, I saw my left handshake as it started glowing vibrant blue. Fear quickly set in, and I was worried that the book would have just become a big ice cube. But the book did not freeze; the blue glow from my hand started to wash over the book.

I watched as the book slowly levitated into the air, and my left hand continued to glow. Finally, my hand stopped glowing, and the book fell. Looking over the book, it looked the same, but it was giving off a familiar energy. Picking the book back up, my hand did not glow, nor did the book react.

When I opened the book to the first page, there was a picture of a sun and moon intertwined. Turning to the next page, it was empty, with nothing inside. Blinking, I turned the pages to see the same empty pages as the first. As I flipped through the pages, I noticed that no matter how deep I went, the book width did not change, like I was stuck on the first few pages.

"What the hell," I said under my breath as I closed the book and placed it into my bag.

Why was the book empty? Why did my hand glow but not freeze this time? I would have to ponder these questions once I found someone who could help me.

I turned my attention to the Rocks just at the edge of the light. Walking closer, more rocks filled my vision. Upon nearing what could be the center, I could see a sphere suspended in the middle. Walking ever closer, I could see symbols carved into the sphere. Symbols that I did not understand.

The sphere was white, with a thin piece of gold metal surrounding the base. I raised the gem to eye level and looked at the sphere closer, feeling a surge of electricity shot from it.

My right hand began glowing vibrantly as I was forced to drop the gem on the ground. Without my control, it started moving toward the sphere. I attempted to use my left hand to stop by my right, but as my left hand neared the sphere, it joined my right hand.

As both my hands touched the sphere, a surge of energy drained from me as the blue glow from my hand intensified. Looking at the sphere, I could see the symbols start to glow brighter and brighter as my energy was drained.

"Let go of me," I yelled as I tried to pull away from the sphere.

As I tried to pull away from the sphere, I could feel the drain slowly fade as the grip the sphere had on me lessened. With one final tug, the sphere let go of me, allowing me to regain control of my hand. I tried to grab the glowing gem on the floor, but the sphere released a wave of energy, blasting me away and leaving it under the sphere.

As I flew through the air, I landed in the stairwell that I had come down as my left leg was forced on the edge of the larger stairs, causing the bone to snap. I screamed in pain as I looked over my leg.

"Ahh Fuck not again!" I Screamed as I held the base of my leg.

Noise filled the room, and I could hear the rocks around the sphere begin to move. I watched as the rocks scattered around the room started to roll under the sphere. Slowly, the rocks began to form some kind of shape and build up into the sphere, with what appeared to be large vines coming from the sphere.

While watching, I felt something move in my backpack. I opened my bag and saw the golden book bouncing around as a light glow came from it. Taking the book out, I saw it open on its own. The book opened to a random page, and ink began to fill the page.

*Rock Golem*

Race: Artificial life

Size: 10 Feet

True name: "Metamorphic Construct"

Strengths: Size, strength, high physical defense, and bipedal body structure.

Weakness: Size, magical Core, speed, and magical weakness.

Rock golems are an artificial race that first came into being over one thousand years ago. They are comprised of igneous, sedimentary, or metamorphic rocks and magical plants extruding from the golem's core.

Rock golems are considered highly unintelligent but loyal creatures who bond with those they deem worthy or are magically bound to.

Rock golems are commonly used for manual labor, such as farming or transportation. Due to their larger size and strength, the royal guard uses them to protect high-value areas on rare occasions.

When I finished reading, I could feel the bone in my leg as I placed the book back in my bag. Then, I felt something land on my chest with a thud. Looking at my chest, I could see that it was the gem.

*Thud*

Looking into the darkness, I could see nothing, as the only light that had been in the room had been given back to me. Panic set in as I knew something was now with me.

"U-u-uh, hello," I said into the darkness.

*Thud*

*I mean no harm," I said, still with no answer.

*Thud*

"P-P-Please don't hurt me," I said.

*THUD*

Covering my face with my hands as I shook with fear as the thing drew ever closer to me. What was it going to do to me? As I was cowering, I felt the heat that had plagued me last night starting to form where my leg bone had broken. I grinding my teeth in pain as the heat swelled in my leg.

*THUD*

I could hear it right before me; I could only wait. I couldn't even run away because my leg was still broken. I was at the mercy of whatever this thing wanted to do to me, and if what that book said was true, I couldn't even use the knife for protection cause this thing was just one big rock.

I waited for what felt like hours as nothing happened. Lowering my hands from my face and opening my eyes, I could see a bulky pair of legs made of vines and the rocks that had covered the room previously.

Grabbing the gem, I raised it as the figure came into more view. Its torso was about six feet wide if I have to say. The hands comprised four digits and a base, and the arms were marginally thinner than the body. But I could not see the face head as the light could not make it that far.

I could see the "golem" shift its weight as it lowered its body, allowing its head to shine in the light. Its head was made up of a large pile of small rocks. Two black holes with what appeared to be glowing blue orbs made up the eyes. They shifted, looking over my body as it lowered itself.

As it finally lowered itself to eye level with me, I could see it studying me before turning its head to look at my broken leg. It started to reach its hand out to me, grabbing my chest as it began to speak.

"Hurt," the Golem said in a low voice.

It picked me up slowly and gently, holding me in one hand as my legs dangled. Slowly standing back up, exiting the dark room, and moving back toward the surface, all I could do was wait.