[color=00aeef][center][h1]Chres Sansus[/h1][/center][/color]

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Chres woke to a world of pain. Everything hurt. his foot, his ribs, his head... everything. His mind felt muddy like as if not having fully woken from a dream. His thoughts were slow. His brain was trying with difficulty to piece things together. The increasingly painful headache not at all helping. 

[i][color=00aeef]Con... Concussion?[/color][/i] The stray thought popped into his head more than once.

There was noise everywhere people shouting, crying, begging... fighting?

Chres heard someone make a tsking sound beside him. 

[color=a187be]"Useless. Every last one of them."[/color] Came a familiar dry voice. [color=a187be]"No matter. The re-enforcement's are near."[/color]

[i][color=00aeef]The cult... right...[/color][/i] Chres thought dully as he listened to the footsteps of nearby tsker walk away from him. [i][color=00aeef]Must have... fallen... asleep?...[/color][/i] 

Chres struggled against the pain and grogginess, trying to form a coherent thought. 

[i][color=00aeef]No, no. That's.... that's not right... My head... must have hit my head...[/color][/i]

Chres tried to move and gasped. Bad idea. Pain shot through his whole body accompanied by a wave of nausea. Chres entered a fit of coughing leading to the emptying of his stomach.

[i][color=00aeef]Pain... so much pain...[/color][/i]