'Ronan...'
'Hey, Ronan...'
A worried voice spoke in his head. Beowulf's.
'Mmm...'
'Ronan! Ronan!!!' Beowulf started to shout frantically when Ronan finally responded.
'Shut up, Beowulf, you are so loud...'
Ronan's head hurt badly. Where was he? What was he doing there? Ronan could not remember at all. He tried to move his body but what followed was extreme pain instead.
"Ahhh...!!! Ow, ow..."
Ronan gritted his teeth. His eyes flew open and there was a huge rock just in front of his face. He blinked in disbelief. Where the heck was he? What happened?
He was unable to move his body because he was lying under a huge tree trunk. All around him, he could only see solid mud and rocks.
'Ronan, don't move. You are severely wounded,' Beowulf advised him.
'I...'
Unable to move even a single finger, Ronan decided to just lay low and recall what happened. The first thing that flew to his mind was Lucien.