The figure had told Gordan that he would be taken to a safe place, but maybe the god of the battlefield had a different idea of what was safe and what was not safe.
Personally Gordan did not veiw being attacked by an angry boar the second that he showed up in this 'safe' place was not his personal veiw on security.
Gordan slowly tried to back away from the boar without spooking it but then he remembered what his face must look like and didn't blame the boar for being freaked out.
The boar began to charge and he dogged to the side slamming into the ground, and then he realized what the figure ment about taking time to heal up, he might have looked fine but his injuries were all internal and very dangerous.
He coughed up some blood and gripped his stomach, waiting for the boar to come back but it didn't which made him look up to see what happened, his jaw would have dropped if he thought that he could handle the extra movement, the boar had collapsed next to a tree, Gordan had looked up in time to see the roots falling back into the ground disappearing.
The closer he got he realised that the tree had two holes in it were the boar had presumably knocked into it. He slowly made his way to the boar that was twitching.
Grabbing the boar's hind legs Gordan dragged it away from the tree into the rather small clearing that he had first arrived in.
The boar had not really done anything wrong and he thought that giving it a chance would be good since it had not emidiatly charged him, if it had he would most likely have died given how he took the fall.
Gordan desided to leave the clearing, boar and the weird tree, he decided to avoid the trees since they seemed to be able to freely attack if they so desired.
The deeper into the woods he went the thicker they became, soon he would be unable to freely walk through so he decided that he should change his course, he picked up a stick and balanced it on the ground using his index finger, he released his hand and the stick fell to the ground pointing left.
As he walked he began to notice that his skin felt alittle odd and that it was getting hard for him to move his limbs so he sat down on a grassy patch to rest.
While resting he collected his bearings to see what he should do next. He put a hand up to his head which felt like it was splitting open and then he remembered when he had fallen down because of the boar and carefully added alittle pressure to the spot that had been pierced by the kings spear. The place on his forehead was alittle bit soft but he could also feel smal bone splinters poking threw the skin.
=sigh=
It hurt to think but at least now he knew why, but still he could not help sighing. Using this same line of thought he felt the other places that had been pierced they were all the same, he could feel his insides pressed against his skin. Gordan was wearing an old shirt, riding pants and riding boots, he was thankful that the clothes were not damaged before he realized he hadn't been wearing these clothes for his execution. Instead he had been wearing more stately ones that he had been forced to use for some unknown reason.
Gordan had no desire to ruin the clothes so he was happy that they had long sleeves. He took off the shirt and used his teeth to cut the seams of the sleeves and carefully pulled off the sleeves. He carefully pulled the fabric in a circular pattern so that he came out with two long strands of cloth which he tightly around his waist before putting back on his shirt.
It felt alittle uncomfortable but also better than his guts spilling out. He sighed but that just aggravated his headache more.
After hearing a strange sound in the brush nearby he desided that he needed to keep going. The sounds of the forest began to sink in as he became more intoone with his surroundings.
The more he paid attention the more he noticed how strange the forest was, the trees were a dark gray color and their leaves were black.
=crack=
George turned around suddenly at the sound of a twig snapping, the sudden movement made him fall to his knees and flinch in pain, he started to press his hand against his forehead but that only caused the bone fragments to start to break through his skin and stab into his palm. Once he got over the pain in his head when he noticed the stick that had been snapped, and what had caused it.
The boar which came up higher than his knees was watching him in silence. George blinked and looked at the boar with a vacant expression on his face. Why was the boar here? He couldn't understand why it would have followed him. He could tell that the boar was the same since it had the markings were the roots had attacked it.
Seeming to notice that he had calmed down the boar slowly came forward to were he was, and inspected him carefully. Gordan stayed completely still not wanting to agitate the boar.
After a few minutes the boar seemed to be satisfied and sat down as though waiting for him to get up.
Catching his breath Gordan slowly roze to his feet, and the boar emedeatly fallowed suit. The boar began walking into the forest, after walking a couple of feet the boar turned around to see if Gordan was fallowing him, when it saw that he wasn't he came back and started pulling on his pant leg.
=sigh=
Again he let out a sigh, he had sighed more in that day than he had in years, Gordan brushed off his pants before reluctantly fallowing the boar into the forest.
He started to think that this forest wasn't so bad other than the trees when he looked up to see a huge snake hanging from a tree staring him in the face, Gordan let out another sigh regretting his first thought, he needed to make sure that he kept his guard up, one mistake in his current state and he would be dead.