Oren could not feel his legs properly anymore. He couldn't even feel any part of his body at the moment. He was going through excruciating pain, but he was still trying to stand.
His legs trembled beneath him, threatening to buckle with every breath he dragged into his burning lungs. Blood soaked the back of his shirt and each step he took smeared it further across his skin.
The world had reduced into flashes of green forest, gray rock, and the dark shapes of men closing in.
But Nyssa was gone. The very person they sought out for.
He had seen her small form vanish over the cliff's edge, and had heard the distant crash of water swallowing her. The image replayed behind his eyes, over and over.
She has a chance. He tried to tell himself that. But, somewhere at the back of his mind, a little whisper kept lingering, "What if you led her to her death?"
He violently shook his head. No, he saved her. She would be able to maneuver around the water. Yes, she would.
Almighty, please.
