The Crown
The world revolves around me, a searing white-hot pain shoots through every muscle and joint in my body and my lungs expand and shrink in an unhygienic length as I gasp for air, my airpipe burning. I blink open my scorching eyes, the dense smell of lungs burning incinerated wood and soil grazes my nose.
Everything starts to come back to me like a flying dagger, interpreting my body and soul with guilt, rage, and helplessness. And my eyes begin to dart around to seek out my companions. I have never prayed so hard to the Gods, but now I do. I am praying that they both are alright. They don't have to be unscathed, but please live.
I sit up, ignoring the throbbing pain in every part of my body, every articulation of my body screams at me because of the pain.
"Lush!" Erick calls out from the corner of my eyes, his voice dripping with worry and wary and I let go of a relieved breath.
