The King's Cavalry

The unimaginable brilliance printed on the back of Luan’s eyelids faded into darkness. A surprisingly long darkness that gave away slowly to an intermittent greyish light, blotched with shadows. Luan felt there was something tough reedy and cold pressed into his back, and his whole body hurt. A stab of pain jabbed through his head, and he heard murmured voices above him. Someone touched him gently on his cheek, and the hand withdrawn.

He could almost hear Evangeline’s voice, saying his name. Luan. Luan. Luan. He took a deep breath. His whole body was throbbing with pain. Luan was sure he had broken bones. He opened his eyes to slit, looking around him. He tried not to move very much. He was lying on the green field, and his blue eyes caught Zander leaned his back against the thick oak tree.