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Was he dead or alive? The Knight would have wondered such a fact except he knew what happened when one dies. They go onto the Garden of Morr for eternal rest. He would be amongst the untold masses within the domain of the Death God, each of them living amongst the red roses that scattered across the dark, grave dirt floor.
He was not there, so he was not dead.
It was hard, but Lucian forced his eyes open. The pain that came from it surged through his body, the light flooding into his eyes striking the most painful sting. Then, slowly, his eyes began to adjust to the light and he could see fully now.
The sun was straight above his head held firmly at the middle of the sky. A prim perfect place for it to be held, the Knight was looking at something that he could barely believe was so perfectly placed there.
“Rise.” A voice called out to Lucian much to the Knight’s surprise.
Lucian rose quickly and tried to say something but he felt his lungs aching and several dry heaves came from his chest. It was a painful, but he was not dying. No, for the Knight was quick to trace his hand across his wounded chest to find that the holes the Jabberslythe had made into his chest were gone.
Instead were a series of nasty scars and burns that were traced all across his body. Splotches of reddening flesh that was like his body was on fire. It went all across his exposed body, from his hands all the way to his feet. Nothing was spared from the acid blood of the Jabberslythe.
“It is good to see your senses are firm.” Spoke the voice in a tone that was like a flute being played, “You have much more to do, so I understand.”
Lucian turned quickly but where the voice was coming from was empty air. He knew for a fact that there was a person standing there next to him. Someone who was taking care of him as the sun rose over the new day to its highest spot.
It was then that his eyes caught it, a crystal clear lake that was drawn across the horizon itself. With the sun risen upon it Lucian sword that it was almost golden as the light flooded into the waters.
“A Fay?” Lucian asked himself as he looked around. There was no other explanation for the rescue that he was given, besides that they were rescuing him from Morr’s blessing.
