Post by Malcomb Warhazzard on Jan 1, 2020 23:01:13 GMT -8
Mal had been trapped in the underground for the last 8 years. He wasn't worn and tired. There were fresh marks on his body, some indicated torture, others indicated medicine. He didn't have time to sort that out now. He just knew that he was only really conscious for an extended period of time when his father went hunting, and seeing as how he wasn't having extreme visions/night terrors, his father must be hunting. Groggy and sore he arose from his bed. The sheets were stained from Mal's blood but Mal didn't know from what events. What he did know was that his father was gone and it was time to try and escape again. Mal ewould go for the door, and unlike usual, the door simply opened, usually it was blocked by magic. Mal ran out the door and up the stairs. Finally fresh air. In front of him was nothing but barren wastes, an open desert. It was hot and Mal could already feel the sun beating down on his skin.
Mal turned around.
Mal turned around.