Ravens

"Ahh!"

Alastair groaned as a Raven picked his flesh. He had not realized that he had a large wound on his leg. The Raven flew away as he kicked it off, groaning as he did.

The sun was beginning to rise and its very first rays hit Alastair on the face. Alastair stood up from the ground and tried to clean the dirt off his body. He stopped when he heard someone coughing by his left.

He looked at the person and saw Fristborn. He had a large wound on his head also and he groaned as he stood up as well.

"I feel like I have been dancing with a hurricane," Fristborn said and Alastair shot him a look. Wasn't that the same thing he had thought when he woke up in that strange realm?

Fristborn walked up to him and gazed at the bruises and cuts on his face. Alastair knew he looked like a punching bag, but he just needed to save Cara and he could worry about his looks later.

"We are in Merandore, are we not?" Alastair asked Fristborn who nodded.

"Seems like the tides knew exactly where to take u
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