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[fieldbox="Norcrest Town Square, green, solid"]
Darin's eyes cracked open and a moan escaped his lips. Every part of his body ached, and from the sharp pain in his side, he knew a rib or two was probably broken. What had happened? A torrent of memories flooded his mind. There was the events of the day. Then there was the gathering in the square followed by Sarah not feeling well, then she...
"Sarah!" Darin called out as he tried to sit up. The guard's body still lay atop of him. Propping his elbows on the ground, he groaned and winced as he pushed the man off of him. The body rolled with a clank against the burnt stone. Pushing himself up, Darin surveyed the scene for the first time. Bodies, burnt, broken, and twisted littered the ground. Fires raged in the buildings that outlined the town square sending great pillars of smoke billowing skyward. Ash rained down and the cries of the injured filled the air. Worse of all, Sarah was no where to be found; nothing more than scorched marks where she had been standing. She was gone and though he felt like collapsing in a mourning mess, now was not the time. There were people hurting everywhere.
A sudden cough caught his attention. Looking to the source, Darin gasped to find Morgana half covered by a body. Half of her face, throat and chest were badly burned. It didn't look good. Moving to her side, Darin knelt beside her. Horror mixed with pain screamed in her eyes though no sound arose from her throat. Her chest rose and fell quicker than it should. First, he pushed the man from on top of her. The action sent waves of pain through his body and his hands went straight to his side as his eyes squeezed shut. He felt Morgana's hand land on his leg and his eyes opened to lock with hers.
"I'm sorry, Morgana," Darin managed to say. He watched her swallow before his other hand fell on hers. His thumb caressed the soft flesh and for the first time all day, Darin wondered how it would have felt to hold that hand while she laughed. He took in a deep breath causing more pain. At least one rib was broken. He needed to find a way to fix it or he would not survive. Broken ribs proved to be silent killers. If only he had a salve or-
A sudden wave of warmth washed over his body and gathered at his side under his hand. He could feel the bones mending, but how? When the warmth faded, Darin tested it with a deep breath. There was no pain!
"What? How?" he only thought about it for a second longer before turning back to Morgana. Her hand had grown cold in his and her chest had ceased to rise, but her eyes stared up at him. He swallowed back a lump in his throat as he washed his hand carefully over her face, closing her eyes, "Good bye, Morgana."
Standing to his feet, Darin found himself without a purpose. All of this death, this destruction was because of Sarah. Something had happened to her and she had... What was he going to do now? How could he go home and explain what had happened to her? His parents were not going to believe a word he said. He wasn't even sure he believed it, a part of him hopeful that he was just dreaming.
A sudden wail pierced through his hopelessness. There was still something he could do. His sister caused this, even if by accident, and he could do everything he could to help ease the suffering. Turning to the sound, Darin's eyes fell on a man crumpled on the ground holding a little girl. Darin moved and knelt beside them. His eyes scanned over them. The girl was dead, a shard of wood embedded in her stomach. The man seemed relatively fine, suffering an ankle injury of some sort.
"What can I do?" he asked the man, "Let me help you."
The man looked up at him for just a moment before his eyes turned back to the girl. Grief wrecked him. Darin scanned the area, his eyes falling on two shattered pieces of wood. Grabbing them, he moved to the man's foot, "I'm just going to brace your ankle. Then I could...help you with her, or at least help you out of here."[/fieldbox]
Darin's eyes cracked open and a moan escaped his lips. Every part of his body ached, and from the sharp pain in his side, he knew a rib or two was probably broken. What had happened? A torrent of memories flooded his mind. There was the events of the day. Then there was the gathering in the square followed by Sarah not feeling well, then she...
"Sarah!" Darin called out as he tried to sit up. The guard's body still lay atop of him. Propping his elbows on the ground, he groaned and winced as he pushed the man off of him. The body rolled with a clank against the burnt stone. Pushing himself up, Darin surveyed the scene for the first time. Bodies, burnt, broken, and twisted littered the ground. Fires raged in the buildings that outlined the town square sending great pillars of smoke billowing skyward. Ash rained down and the cries of the injured filled the air. Worse of all, Sarah was no where to be found; nothing more than scorched marks where she had been standing. She was gone and though he felt like collapsing in a mourning mess, now was not the time. There were people hurting everywhere.
A sudden cough caught his attention. Looking to the source, Darin gasped to find Morgana half covered by a body. Half of her face, throat and chest were badly burned. It didn't look good. Moving to her side, Darin knelt beside her. Horror mixed with pain screamed in her eyes though no sound arose from her throat. Her chest rose and fell quicker than it should. First, he pushed the man from on top of her. The action sent waves of pain through his body and his hands went straight to his side as his eyes squeezed shut. He felt Morgana's hand land on his leg and his eyes opened to lock with hers.
"I'm sorry, Morgana," Darin managed to say. He watched her swallow before his other hand fell on hers. His thumb caressed the soft flesh and for the first time all day, Darin wondered how it would have felt to hold that hand while she laughed. He took in a deep breath causing more pain. At least one rib was broken. He needed to find a way to fix it or he would not survive. Broken ribs proved to be silent killers. If only he had a salve or-
A sudden wave of warmth washed over his body and gathered at his side under his hand. He could feel the bones mending, but how? When the warmth faded, Darin tested it with a deep breath. There was no pain!
"What? How?" he only thought about it for a second longer before turning back to Morgana. Her hand had grown cold in his and her chest had ceased to rise, but her eyes stared up at him. He swallowed back a lump in his throat as he washed his hand carefully over her face, closing her eyes, "Good bye, Morgana."
Standing to his feet, Darin found himself without a purpose. All of this death, this destruction was because of Sarah. Something had happened to her and she had... What was he going to do now? How could he go home and explain what had happened to her? His parents were not going to believe a word he said. He wasn't even sure he believed it, a part of him hopeful that he was just dreaming.
A sudden wail pierced through his hopelessness. There was still something he could do. His sister caused this, even if by accident, and he could do everything he could to help ease the suffering. Turning to the sound, Darin's eyes fell on a man crumpled on the ground holding a little girl. Darin moved and knelt beside them. His eyes scanned over them. The girl was dead, a shard of wood embedded in her stomach. The man seemed relatively fine, suffering an ankle injury of some sort.
"What can I do?" he asked the man, "Let me help you."
The man looked up at him for just a moment before his eyes turned back to the girl. Grief wrecked him. Darin scanned the area, his eyes falling on two shattered pieces of wood. Grabbing them, he moved to the man's foot, "I'm just going to brace your ankle. Then I could...help you with her, or at least help you out of here."[/fieldbox]