A Coma Is Awoken From

[KUSHerZombie 222]

  A dark night. Max sat upon his horse. He galloped around, when his horse began to sprout wings. It was the impossible. He stroked the horse’s beautiful wings, when all the sudden he lifted off into the sky, flying higher than any bird. But suddenly, in the blink of an eye, the wings turned a deep dark black. 

    Blacker than any black Maxwell had ever seen. It was like looking into an ebony abyss. The horse seemed to slowly go that way as well, and his eyes glowed an evil red. Max became frightened, when the horse flew at an impossible speed, trying to knock Maxwell off. The horse took a nosedive straight for the ground at an exact ninety degree angle, diving at what seemed to be hundreds of miles per hour, when it happened. 

    Max slid off of his horse, falling head first to the ground. He tried to scream but the noise wouldn’t come out. All he managed to get was a deathly “hhhhhhhhhhhhhh….” a terrifying noise. He grew closer to the ground, but never seemed to land. It seemed to last forever, then his eyes snapped open.

 

   Maxwell was paralyzed with fear. He stopped for a moment and took in his surroundings. The sound of waves crashing against the shore could be heard. He moved his eyes around, gathering the best look of his surroundings he could gather, when he felt his muscles untense. He tried lifting his head, unsuccessfully, but then did it once more and was able to manage it. His vision was blurred and it seemed there was fog in his head. He looked around, white light coming from the corner of his eyes.

       He noticed he was in some sort of beach house. He could gather that around 6 or 7 people were in a room. A medic (or so he thought) came rushing to him with a wet sponge filled with cool water. He placed the sponge on Maxwell’s forehead. “W-w-w-where am I?” He muttered. “You’re at my house.” The thought to be medic told him. Maxwell looked around and recognized a few faces, though he couldn’t quite put his finger on who they were. “What h-h-happened?” Max muttered. 

     “You were shot down by archers. It appears you seemed to be standing in the wrong place at the wrong time. Your horse died unfortunately, however you will live, keeping only a few scars left behind.” Maxwell and his blurry vision and clouded thoughts looked to his arm. He thought he saw big white blotches, but then noticed they were cross shaped, like an arrow head. 

     “Who a-a-are you?” Max demanded. “You can call me The Medic.” The mysterious man replied. Max, having quite clouded thoughts, dismissed all doubts and lied back down on the wonderfully comfortable bed. “W-w-why is nothing familliar? N-n-not the land, nor this h-h-house.” He questioned. “That’s because we’re now in Thales. A new realm, as we have departed the Fringe.” The Medic replied. Max smiled softly, not quite realizing why, but the words ‘The Realm the Fringe’ brought distaste to him. He figured he might have disliked it.

    The clouds in his head seemed to begin to leave, however he didn’t remember being shot down. “You must stay the night, to regain your strength, then you will be able to roam free in Thales.”

    A night passed, and Max began his adventure in the realm of Thales.


((Basically, a while back (about a month or two ago), I went inactive on one of my chars. He's back now.