Erin had jumped and fallen to the ground as shrapnel stabbed into his body from a nearby explosion. He curled up on the ground, gasping in pain as he touched the half melted pice of glass jutting from his leg. He looked around as the area broke out in chaos, the ground flying either from explosions or from earth elementals once again allowed to move the earth and strike down those who'd entrapped them for so long. He pushed himself up, wincing as he knew he'd been burned a little, his face stinging in spots, his throat thick with the smoke that was close to the ground to perhaps hide the elementals.
He hobbled for a little while, hair standing on end as he heard the screams and cries of men and women falling, the bang and clatter of rifles being fired and the thunderous rumbling of shifting earth. The wind whipped about fiercely and fire moved as though it were a sentient being. It was terrifying for a teen who'd always lived in a town filled with peace with no rebellions or attacks from anywhere nearby and none of the rebellions reported much upon, to suddenly be thrown in the middle of a battle like this one. He screamed in fear as bullets whizzed by his head and he dove down, pushing the glass further in his leg, vision swimming with tears and blood loss. He was terrified, his last thoughts being a wish that he'd have been free with his powers before he'd die before his world sank away into darkness.
He swam in and out of consciousness, head spinning and vision blurred. He caught faint snippets of conversation, some about his and his injuries, some about the hide out he'd be placed in, or just soft chatter. He was feverish and sick as well as traumatized, laying in the cot he'd been placed on in a small dusty room, his wounds healed up until they were pink scars and only hungry and a little thirsty. He groaned softly as he pushed himself up and swallowed thickly, still feeling sick inside from the pain that echoed faintly and the screams that rang out in his mind.
