Of All Things!
She had been tired, on the move for days to get away from the latest run-in with templars. So long running on reserves she nearly forgot she had that she didn’t notice how precarious the ledge was until it was too late.
Eyes saw sky then ground multiple times before hitting up against a tree, knocking what little breath she had left. Her mind tried to access the situation but her exhaustion as well as a new pain flaring in her leg kept her from thinking. It hit her that her leg was broken and her hand tried to move to her pack, now far flung from its owner. "Of all things to happen..."
Instead she found her mind clouded between the pain, the exhaustion and the constant torment of demons. It wasn’t much longer before her mind couldn’t resist and black clouded her vision, creeping up to take over her entire state of mind and passed out.











