[h2][center]Naji[/center][/h2]

This whole pre-brain death dream sequence sucked major air, of this Naji was 100% certain. His start had been less...fortunate than others. He awoken from his rebirth in a dank lowly light tube of earth and stone, just wide enough for him to stand if he hunched himself over a bit. If circumstances were different, he would have said it was a pretty easy start. At one end of the tube thin bead of water slowly and monotonously dribbled slowly, a small shallow (even for a pixie) pool forming at the base of the stalagmite it was forming. Well… it was more a smooth lump of...whatever it was stalagmites were made out of. The real problem was the other end of the tube, capped off with a shimmering blue crystal shining dimly. 

For the first few days he thought this was some sort of...home or something. There was water, though it tasted slightly off but it seemed safe. Problem was he had no idea how to get out. There was a small opening near the crystal that seemed to open to a main chamber, though far too small for him to fit through once he’d reached his full size. A fact he discovered...rather too late. As it stood he could barely stick his arm through the opening. Attempts at digging had only rewarded him with bloodied fingers and, eventually, the mild discovery of how magic worked. Healing magic anyway. Didn't seem to help the whole hunger problem though.

He sighs into the darkness of his hole. To top all this off, he was pretty sure he was dying of starvation. Which, if he had the energy, would be extremely upsetting! Part of him wanted to thrash around in the half light of his tomb and scream bloody murder, stringing together a list of obscenities so long that it couldn’t be put to paper for fear it may one day be repeated. But that would probably just result in him dying slowly....faster? 

“...This whole...starvation thing bites.”  he says to his reflection in the crystal, who returned his stare. “...you know you’re kind of awful at this. This whole conversation? One sided. Reallllllyyyy onesided.” The reflection says nothing. Good, he might be starving but he wasn’t going crazy. Him talking to his own reflection was a purely logical and totally rational test to assure him of his sanity. Yep. Absolutely.

A faint clacking echoed in the chamber, pulling him from his brief tirade in a parade of staccato taps. Lazily, he drags himself to the hole in the floor, peering through it to try and identify the source. A few things had passed his little chamber in the last few days, which at first had been a relief, but rarely did they respond to his voice. And when they did, they generally thrashed about like a wild animal that had been surprised before scurrying away. Except for one other pixie, who laughed and then went about her business. 

It looked to be just another lizard, albeit in pretty horrid shape from this angle. An ugly mass of...what he guess might be skin hung off of it, looking for all the world like the cursed love child of a backpack and a tumor that someone superglued to their gecko. Still, as slim as a chance as it was, getting help from tumor lizard was better than no help at all. 

“HEY!” He yelps, his voice cracking from weakness. “Little help? Please? Here lizard lizard lizard?” He calls again, poking his arm through the hole to wave weakly before retracting it to resume watching. 

[@Rune_Alchemist]