Lykofos laid on the soft, springy grass and inhaled deeply, finding comfort in the crisp, airy scent of fresh grass. It was proof. It was proof that he was still alive and well. He had the bizarre urge to burst into laughter, but forcibly restrained himself from it. Moon Goddess! He had actually thought he was going to die. In all his years of life (granted, it was only eighteen years and seemingly short compared to all of these five hundred to one thousand year old monsters), he had never once been so close to death. In fact, he couldn't even recall truly getting hurt even once.
'Was this what they meant when they said the ignorant were truly fearless?' He wondered.
