Promise Of Reunion
Everyone has a story.
I have mine, you have yours,
and he has his.
~Sagir
Sagir
The north
Khaldhum
Lord Sagir lay on the makeshift cot in the dimly lit infirmary. The scent of medicinal herbs surrounded him, mingling with the aftertaste of violence that still lingered in the air. His body ached, but it was not just the physical wounds that troubled him. The seizures, the unconsciousness – they were becoming more frequent, and he couldn't shake the feeling that a malevolent force held him in its grip.His pale fingers absentmindedly traced the patterns of the bandages that adorned his wounds. The healers had done their best, but there was an affliction they couldn't see or understand. The whispers among them hinted at the possibility of possession, a notion that sounded absurd to Lord Sagir, yet it clung to his thoughts like a persistent shadow.