Schemes

The space was empty and white, nothing but the ground being liquid. There was floating a young male walc. Unconscious, bruised, he was laying there very still on this calm ocean of nothingness. Was he resting? Where was this place? And why did it felt so…safe?

A drop fell from the sky and once it reached the ocean, the sound it produced killed the silence almost intoxicating. A figure, kneeled next to the young walc, and lowered to his ear before saying “Wake up” the voice echoed in this world.

Hordward burst in haste while inhaling. Vardus jolted and ran towards the bed.

Vardus: “easy now, don’t move too much, you got some broken ribs”

Hordward: (*holding his head while groaning in pain*) “I-Ingus...”

Vardus: “Don’t worry, he is fine, still unconscious but he is fine.”

Vardus looked at Ingus sleeping on a bed next to Hordward’s one, confusion clearly visible on his face.

~Earlier