"He's not breathing," A voice echoed above him.
Thawne coughs suddenly, every movement jarring his body.
He knew he had at least two broken ribs.
"Wait! He's alive Julian!," a new voice echoed heading towards him.
"By Lucio's Sword," another voice muttered.
"Why can't I see?" Thawne panicked His vision was blurred, his body slumped against a ruined wall, partially buried in the desert sand. All he could see was it was dark, a light was shined in his face, recoiled as someone gasped.
"How bad is it?" He asked.
"It's bad, You'll need to stick with us awhile," a figure wearing colourful garb says, lifting Thawne from the ground with assistance from a dark figure. He was lifted onto a broken pillar from the ruin, surrounded by packs of random items. Thawne lay still, as it hurt to move, and he could gather information this way, as they believed he was asleep.
A conversation broke out between the group, and the topic of course of their new companion.
"Where do you think he was headed?" The dark figures voice spoke first.
"I believe he has no idea where he is anymore, thankfully we found him, but most don't tread far from the road," The Colourful one sighed.
"He was in the sand, maybe there might be something there to tell us who he is?" Another voice says.
One of the others rose from the sand, they went to the ruin, and yelled out to the others, just loud enough for Thawne to hear as well.
"There's a letter, and a knife!"
The two went to thier compainon leaving Thawne to hear bits and pieces of the banter.
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The ruins aren't large from the outside but definitely have an odd air about them. The runes where the man sat had depicted a sword surrounded by seventeen smaller weapons and objects. A dagger, A bow, a pistol, a saw, a pen, each connected to the sword and each other.
Julian walks to the man and brings him to the ruin.
"I'm gonna try something," he says with his stupid grin.
"I think I can help you myself," he grunted.