dreams with no battles [walter] day 3

Post by d7m fraser birk ♚ frankel on Mar 12, 2020 14:54:16 GMT -5

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It’s gone. It’s gone. It is over. Finally, just one last push with the sword and Walter’s blade marks fin on the enormous predator that has tried its best to claim Walter as its own. He immediately drops to his knees, fatigue controls all his muscles, all he can do is surrender to the exhaustion and hope that the arena blesses him with just a few hours of rest. ”I am going to go patch myself up and take a nap.”

Walter drags himself across the floor of the jungle, swiping any sparkly plants that reveal themselves as healers as he passes by. He does not look back for the others, he just needs a moment to himself to catch what ever energy he has left within himself.

He throws himself back against a tree, rummaging around in his satchel to pull out the tools that will hopefully not draw a nice dose of infection and help contain the blood that is oozing from the wound in his chest. He thanks himself for being clever enough to learn how to stitch up a wound as he manoeuvres the complicated string to seal his chest. Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!

As soon as everything is tended too, he throws his head back against the base of the tree. The mysterious book calls his name but again, there really is no care or momentum in him to continue flicking through the pages. I will finish it, just not today. There might not be a day left for him, it is just a risk he will have to take but by damn, he is so eager to know how the revolution ends in the tale.

There is not much to do now but to close his eyes. Block out the commotion that is clearly erupting besides him. He does not look. Nothing his happening. Nothing is touching him. It is time to take a nap…

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