Back in Grant's house.
Leo sat before the bed, his legs weak. Grant opens his eyes, or was it Markess, he stumbled out a word before falling fastly back into his ghastly sleep.
"Boy?" Grant's voice stumbled. Within his slumber, feats of rage fills his being, with in sequenced intervals of magic is released from him, each which strength is less than the last. He whimpers out another word. "Who?" His face scrunches like a beanbag, as if to hold back all the pain of the world. He whispers again."Am?"
It was obvious what was gonna come out of his mouth next. He whispered the final word completing the puzzle. "I?"
Six long hours, Leo didn't know why but he couldn't leave the house. The doors aren't locked, the windows aren't barred, but something in Leo wouldn't allow him to leave. Grant didn't wake up, Leo sorta feared that he might never wake up. But once in a great while, a grunt would come from his mouth, easing his anxiety.
Grant's room isn't anything special, he has a desk, a bed and a dresser. with not a single electronic found not here or in the rest of his house. It didn't surprise Leo, there are quite a few people nowadays who just don't care about that stuff. Even more for martial artists, who find it better to train than waste time. Leo supposes Saints hand is an exception, his house had multiple TVs, phones, and other electronic devices. Although it's not like tv's are that useful, the most you get is local news broadcasts, and perhaps some music every now and again. And phones are a relic, calls are impossible and they are used more for games then anything else, that doesn't mean long range communication is impossible, if you have a good enough mage who can send magic holding a code, or you could use a messaging bird. As to less vital information, it comes from merchants and travelers.
It started to grow dark, the reddish orange masterpiece of sunlight shone through the window, within moments the painting disappeared from the sky, and with it came the silence of night. Leo's eyes fade with the weight of the sky resting upon them, the world becomes a blur. Its brilliance lost to his sitting sleep. The morning came from his dreamless slumber. Grant still lays on the bed, his eyes wide staring at Leo like a dead goat. His eyes didn't twitch, they didn't even blink. He stares at Leo into his soul.
"I was killed?" He finally blinked. "He killed me, and all of the Iron company." He touched his face. "How am I alive, I was sure he cut off my head? You boy, where's everyone, where's the king, where's James?"
"You Markess have been saved by me, I just need to talk to Grant real quick, and then I can tell you all what happened." Leo stated in a monotone voice.
"Grant, who is this?" Markess choked on his words.
"Fine, let me tell you then, you have died, and now you're in another world. That's the facts and if you want to see for yourself, just go outside." Leo gestured to the door with his hands.