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[b][color=F39B05]Time:[/color][/b] Evening
[b][color=F39B05]Location:[/color][/b] River Port; Local Pokémon Center
[b][color=F39B05]Interactions:[/color][/b] Malachi[@princess], Jun[@JJ Doe], Kenia[@Tae]
[b][color=F39B05]Equipment:[/color][/b] A [url=https://i.imgur.com/Z1qXf7R.jpg]halberd[/url], (lost in the forest?) hunting knife (with Jun or also lost in the forest?), and half-plate armor (left in the room).
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[color=F39B05][i]Everything was dark. 

Everything hurt.[/i][/color]

Zion faded in and out of sleep, his dreams restless and his waking moments, brief snapshots of panic and confusion. Unfamiliar sounds and scents surrounded him, as he lay, barely able to move in a place he did not recognize. 

This place smelled wrong, something sharp and bitter clung to the air. An uneasy feeling pulsed through his chest. [color=F39B05][i]I don’t want to here. I don’t want to be here.[/i][/color]

He fell back asleep. He woke back up. Zion wasn’t sure how many times this happened. 

Then, something familiar. A  soothing voice he recognized. 

[color=F39B05][i]Kenia?[/i][/color] 

But he wasn’t in the forest. Heavy eyelids struggled to open and once they did the light was blinding and disorienting. He couldn’t remember how he got here or where here was. 

The last thing he remembered was fighting a pair of giant spiders, the burning sensation, trying to protect an elf cub. What happened after that? His arm still hurt. 

He was lying somewhere soft.

Zion tried to get up, movement hurt and his arm hurt but he couldn’t get it to move. 

His vision started to focus, blurry shapes in too bright room. If he was at the healing center why hadn’t they fixed his arm? 

[color=F39B05]“Kenia? What happened to the elf cub?”[/color] His voice came strained, and the lion didn’t have the energy for a dozen other questions that floated around in his head. 

He moved his other arm, the good one, as he tried to figure out how bad the damage was, but there was no arm. Gone. It was gone. His arm, a solid piece of him, was just gone. 

His next breath was a haggard and frightened whimper. Zion held his eyes closed as a wave of nausea caused him to shiver. 

[color=F39B05]“My arm is gone.”[/color] The mighty lion sounded like a confused child who’d gone outside to find his hoverboard gone. Beneath the shock was the hope that she would tell him it was just getting repaired and was soon to be returned. [/color]