A pale shakey hand reached for the waterskin. Alanna closed her icy bue eyes. The throbbing pain made her moan...Never head this happened to the young Knight. She had always gotten flesh wounds. Not head injuries. Alanna finally grabbed the skin. She took a drink, knowing that water would help a little. But the knight was afaid to sleep. The elf maid sighed heavily, she moved to stir the fire up. Keeping warm and light was her main problem. Moving around hurt so bad...How had she gotten these wounds?
How...How did these horrible injuries happen? I...I must...Remember...Think Alanna!! The young maiden said to herself.
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