{The Haklarans, for so they are called, are my creation. I'm ashamed of myself yet pleased that I'm not insane.}
….
Everything was dark.
The darkness welcomed him with warm arms, soothing his worries and leading him to the promised bliss. He followed, letting his consciousness drift slowly, spreading out. However, he heard voices calling to him and then his consciousness shook slightly, making him frown.
Sharen groaned, squinting his eyes open. His head throbbed and his body ached so much he couldn't feel his ribs. Narene's face came into focus above him, peering into his face with worry and anticipation. She was relived the moment he opened his eyes.
Sharen only had to close his eyes and shake his head once more before coming to terms with the series of events that led up to him being knocked out. His heart raced and he sat up, jolting Narene with the speed he sat.
"Where's Goramel?" he asked, looking around, his hands balled up and his skin itched for a fight.
