Into The Land Of Shimmer

Logan stirred. What was that smell? As he opened his eyes, a ransid smell hit him like a brick wall. What the hell had happened? One minute he was standing in the forest, stairing at the wolf, next he was...Where was he exactly? He tried to sit up, but the effect only increased the swimming sensation in his head. "Lord Biron, your awake." The voice didn't sound familure. Nor did the name. Maby someone here could answer a few questions. Turning his head, he quickly scanned the room; or was it a room? It looked more like a cave then a room. He noticed two pallets on the ground. Each with a sleeping body upon it. A little further away he could see what he could only suspect was another bed. Calling the streatched skin he was lying on a bed was a far cry from the traditional cot he slept on while at the base, but a bed none the less was what he and the other body appeared to be sleeping on. Turning his head in the other direction, he found both the source of the smell, and the voice. A crude table with a few chairs stood near a wall, with a fire pit close by. A big, black, pot was propped up over the fire, and the smell was definitly worfing out of it. A young man sat in one of the chairs. As the young man stood, Logan began to wounder if he had simply been knocked unconscious, and was laying somewhere on the ground in the forest. this had to be some kind of halusination. The man, or was he really a boy? Logan tried to focus his eyes more clearly, trying to give himself time to adjust to the light being emmited by the flames of the fire. Faydrin was indeed a young man. He was nineteen terrels old! The blond haired, blue eyed, pale looking figure was wearing a white robe. At least it had been white at one time. Now it was a dingy greyish color, and was in need of many washings. "Lord Biron, Sir, are you well enough to be sitting?" Yes, the voice was comming from the young man. Who was he talking to though? Logan again scanned the pallets, and other bed. Maby he had missed someone at first glance. No, the three other bodies had indeed not moved. "Are..."Logan coughed, and tried again. "Are you talking to me?" He asked. His voice sounded far away, and not all intirely his own. Drugged maby. Yes, he sounded grogy, and drugged to himself. The young man looked startled, but only for a moment. Then he smiled. "You have no need to hide your identity from me your Lordship. I am Faydrin. Loyal servent to his 'True' King." Yes, this was definitly some kind of halusination. Logan began to mentally chastise himself for not telling anyone where he was going, or that he had discovered intruders at the base. How long would it be before someone discovered he was even gone? Let alone, find his unconcious body on the forest floor. Movement caught his eye. © DripkaCartwright 3/21/2005