Ning never realized when he lost his consciousness. When he came to, he found himself lying on a hard surface, staring at the darkness that covered his vision. There was a glimmer of light to the side, forcing him to twist his head to see it.
Light spilled through a small crack. They were inside some sort of room.
He felt movement to his side and tried to reach out in the darkness, but he could not feel anything. There was nothing he could use to feel.
He no longer had his arm.
The memory came back immediately and he sighed. He had nearly forgotten that was the case here.
'Can I regrow my arm?' he wondered. He couldn't do that with what he had right now.
He tried to get up and felt a wave of pain pass through him. "Argh!" he cried out loud.
"Ning?" a voice came from the side. Shara moved between the slivers of light.
"Ning, are you awake?" she asked, her voice barely more than a whisper.
