everything was nothingness. sound, thought, taste, touch, smell, hearing, and sight were nonexistent. as thought slowly came back, aeron began to fight the void, he did not know why he fought, he did not know who he was, all he knew was that the void would not have him. struggling and fighting for himself trying to find, what, he did not know, he began to sink into the void, nothingness reclaiming his soul, then he found a thought, it said
aeron
all of a sudden the nothingness shrank back and was overcome by darkness, but there was something in that darkness, and it came to him.
it was pain.
it was the scent and taste of blood, long dried.
it was hunger and thirst.
but most of all it was pain.
aeron tried to speak, but when he did a firey lance peirced his side. finaly aeron felt through the pain, he got the sense he was moving. aeron opened his eyes, ignoring the dazzling light that met them he squinted, he was laying down and the ground was retreating, moving away, he was being dragged. he looked up seeing one fur pulling his right arm, he knew there was another on his left, but he or she was not in view and turning his neck made his dulled pain flare up. aeron observed the fur he could see with his dulled senses, some kind of feline he guessed from the blurred outline, and were those, wings?
aeron felt himself being laid down, and attempted to sit up, coals were thrust into his lungs causing him to cough, blood came up with air, a flaming coal was thrust into his core, causing him to cry out in pain,
and then all was black.(im still alive just unconsious)