Of Worlds Condemned/ Kliff + Ewan
He half ran, half stumbled down the wooded hill, clutching his side as he went. This was far enough, right? This had to be far enough. With a grunt of pain and no small effort, the youth gingerly seated himself behind a fair sized tree. Hopefully its ample size might provide an extra moment's cover if, for whatever saint-forsaken reason, it was required.
There was so much to consider. Too much. The thoughts piled one atop another: exactly what manner of creature was it that has attacked him? It had appeared similar to a revenant, and yet... And while he was at it, where exactly was he, if not in Magvel, and how had he come to be here? Was his teacher all right? But all of these thoughts were mere echoes vying for what scant attention could be paid them - the better part of Ewan's focus lay on the small but aggravated wound at his side, and its pain spoke much louder than the rest of his addled thoughts all put together.
"Saints above," he muttered through a laboured breath. He'd really gotten himself into a jam, this time.
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