He doesn’t want to wake up. It’s a very childish stupid thing to think on the day of a huge battle and he knows that. That doesn’t change the fact that he doesn’t want to get up. It contributes to it. He doesn’t want to have to fight today. He just wants it to all be over already, but he can’t have that so he’ll take an extra five minutes of sleep.
He reaches for his blanket, ready to pull it over his head. He finds nothing. In fact, he isn’t laying on his cot either. He does feel his sword next to him though. His hand is resting on it. And he can feel the dark orb lying in his pocket. Those are good signs. He’s still on high alert. He doesn’t know where he is or how he got here. The main thing he’s worried about currently is who might be watching. He keeps his breathing even. Aware he’s probably already given himself away with his groggy attempt at pulling his blanket up. Still, better safe than sorry.
He has his sword out in a second as he rolls to his feet, ready to fight. Trees stand innocently in front of him. He turns a full circle and relief fills him momentarily as he realizes no enemies are in sight. But then his heart plummets. He’s away from his men on the day of a battle. They need him, but he doesn’t even know where he is. He takes a deep breath to calm himself. Getting scared for himself or his men won’t help any of them. He just needs to explore and find out where he happens to be.
He picks up the sheath and slides the sword into it. He doesn’t have a belt. He hadn’t slept with one on. In fact, all he’s wearing is his long-sleeved black shirt and black pants to match. He doesn’t even have shoes or socks. It could be worse. At least he has his sword and orb. He can do anything as long as he has his weapons. Or at least he hopes he can.
He sets off in a random direction, walking through the woods. He’s bound to find something eventually. He just hopes he can find his way back, before it’s too late.
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