Silver stumbled over the thick gorse plants of the necrum forests, blood poured out the deep gash strecthing from his shoulder to his hand, his muscles ached and his neck seared from the branding he had recieved the previous night. Shouts of the sligs persuing him echoed his ears, He quickley lowered down into a narrow crevice for protection and starting to tend to his wounds when suddenly a series of twigs snaped and broke and a figure stood over him. Paralised by fear lay there mouth wide open, there was a sharp pain his chest and nothing.
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