Argurios slowly started to regain his senses. In his head s whole herd of traumphnacks was ragging in his mind. He slowly moved his hands to his head. "Good this feels awful." He commented as he slowly rolled to one side. A tight feeling on his thigh. He looked at it and it was a small quiver of arrows. Them he remebered. The village was under attack, he remebered running to the house and taking to his dad, but not the knee that rammed his head knocking. him unconscious. Though the alarm was gone, something strange was in the air. Argurios tried to open the hatch. Something heavy was on it, and he was still to weak to lift it. The strength hadn't returned in full yet. 

An hour had passed The fatigue had left him. His mind was calm again. Getting up into a kneeling position, he crawled under the hatch. Placing his hands and shoulders to it, he breathed deeply. In a sudden movement his muscles contacted and the previously heavy hatche opened with ease. The log flew away smashing to the ground. Argurios looked around. Beside the Loud log there was perfect silence in the village and it was already dark. Argurios went back to the house, on the floor laid his bow. Picking it up he looked around. Everything was as he remebered. "Father" Argurios called. Again he called louder. There was nothing, only the sickening silence. 

He went to his father's studies, hoping he would find him there. But the room was empty. The one thing out of place was an artifact, a strange one. It fascinated Argurios and so he examined it. Later he put it into his pocket and went out of the house. Hoping he was not the only one left, he wandered trough the towns path to the center.