The sun was at its highest point, its blazing rays were shining relentlessly, at the side of the forest, in a somewhat isolated area, which no monster nor human usually come to, laid a person on the ground.
The body belonged to a teenage boy, he was in a complete miss, his clothes were torn in various places, they were soaked in some fluid and covered with dirt and grass, it was as if he had been dragged through the mud and stones forcefully.
In his left hand there was a rock stained with some streaks of blood, in his left hand there was a Horn of a monster, it was that of a low-level monster, the one-horned rabbit. A strange magical circle was carved on it. In his mouth was piece of cloth covered with some blood, along with some dry traces along the corners of his mouth on both sides.
But the most striking thing about him was his right eye, the eyelid was swollen and covered with red and blue bruises, extending from his eye to almost all of his right of the face. His right eyelashes were burned. Extending from the lower margin of his closed- eyelid was burn mark, it was about two fingers in length.
So, although his eye was closed, it can be said without doubt that it was- burned, and from the still red burn mark on his cheek, you can conclude that it happened not long ago.
Around him, there was a remnant of campfire, it appears to had burned out a short time ago, several recovery potions, some of which were empty, some were half full, and even brand new two that have never opened.
If someone stumbled upon this scene, he would immediately think this young man was kidnapped and tortured in an inhuman way. The torn clothes, the traces of blood here and there, the burned right eye, this can only be interpreted as an act of heinous torture.
…..
After a while, his right-hand grip loosened causing the rock to fall gently on the ground.
Dreue's mind was blank, he was unable to remember anything, all he could think of was the terrible headache and extremely painful burning sensation in his right eye, his muffed cries started to rise, he grabbed the cloth out of his mouth and throw it away.
He set up instinctively, saliva started drooling out of his mouth, his breathing was rapid and irregular, it was very load and coarse.
"My eye…my eye…." The pain was unimaginable, when his hand touched his eye, he felt as if a bolt of lightning shot form eye toward his head, he immediately shut his left eye close tightly, his hands started grabbing around randomly, searching for anything that could provide even the tiniest bit of relief to this pain.
He happened to catch a bottle of recovery potion, he drank half of it and poured the rest on his right eye, then he grabbed another one, but this time he poured all of it over his head, he continued doing that till there was no more potion.
His frightening crying sound which could be heard across the forest quieted down and turned into low pitched moaning. But still its tone was very frightening, it seems to hold so much pian. His teeth were about to crack from how much pressure he was putting on them, his whole body was tensed up.
Dreue calmed down a bit, he became aware of his surroundings and his situation, thinking of the best next step he could take, he hardly pulled up his body of the ground, he tore of the two sleeves of his own clothes.
He put one piece of the clothes in his mouth. The other one, he tied it around his right eye making something like an eyepatch, he grabbed a thick tree branch and used it to support his body.
He walked very slowing, leaning on the tree branch, he looked no different than a beggar who was beaten up by bunch of thugs, pushing his body with every step was hard as hell. The bit of vibration generated every time his feet touch the ground when walking, spread out though his body causing his painful sensation in his sore muscles, but the pain he felt in his eye with every small movement was on another different level, as if there was storm in his head shooting bolts of lightning toward his right eye.
The sun was about to disappear below the horizon, and he has yet to reach the town, not only because he was walking slowly but also because he was unable to use his right eye. In the recent period, due his weak sight, he used to depend on the mana vision of his right eye to get around,
Of course, it was in comparable to normal vison, but he was able to recognize and remember the outline of somethings in addition to some vision in his left eye, he was able to go around the town and to the forest totally independently.
when he tried to use his right eye, all he felt was pian and nothing could be seen, he was unable to use the Eye of Perception, so finding his way outside of the forest and toward the town was extremely difficult.
….
In the evening inside the inn, the waiter was cleaning, the tables were full of empty plates and cups, the ground was very dirty, drinks and dirt were mixed over it.
Today was a good day, they had a lot of customers eating and drinking, they booked all the available rooms in the inn, it seems like an important event is taking place in the town soon.
"We made a lot of money today, hopefully the boss will give me a generous reward" the boy was speaking to himself while using rag to clean the stains of a table.
The bell on door rang indicating someone came in.
The waiter stopped his cleaning and headed toward the door." welcome Sir, how can I hel—"
*Thud*
A body fell on the ground.