“He’s waking, Kai is waking!” A voice
said close by.
A
man lay on a bed bandaged, battered and bruised. Groggily he felt as if every
part of his body was either sore or stiff. Gingerly he tried moving his arms
and legs. He felt that his left leg was bound in some sort of splint. His head
ached as if he had drunk way to much liquor the night before. Smells came to
him strong and sure. He smelled her before he even opened his eyes. She had a
scent of earth, musky and loamy with a subtle hint of a spring shower in wild
flower field. He could also smell something like the smell you get when
striking a match. The smell wasn’t quite as strong but there none the less.
“Something is wrong, He doesn’t know.”
Again he heard the voice. Through dry cracked lips he asked,
“What’s
wrong? Who doesn’t know what?” The man on the bed opened his eyes and looked
around at the strange surroundings.
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