Wrik felt a strong pull on his legs—not a painful pull, but someone literally pulling his legs. With the pulling, some frightening shots came into his ears as well. His head was still fuzzy, as he could not hear the voice clearly. He tried to open his eyes as rays of sunlight assaulted his vision. He tried to shade his eyes with his palm, but his mind raced crazily as he heard the crying. It was a female voice. A familiar voice, crying, while pulling his legs.
"WRIK . . . WAKE UP . . . BYUL YOU NEED TO HELP HER."
A shiny silver ring of corona lit up in his eyes, as he distinct who the voice belonged to. Wrik's vision cleared and so was the fuzzy feeling on his head. He found a rush of strength in his body and so was a rage.
