(Ok, I can’t write like a script, so I’ll just do it normal now.)
We come to a clearing and I can see a figure lying on the grass a ways away. The elf stops and I as I approach the figure, I can tell that it is Rayson. He’s laying face down and breathing, yet I can see the grass right through him.
“What happened?” I ask.
“I don’t know. I just found him like this, then ran to find you.” The elf replies as he moves closer.
(For those of you who know my other story, the elf is really Myathas. For those who don’t, don’t worry about it.)
I look back at Rayson worriedly. There’s only one thing I can think of that would cause such a predicament, and he’s lucky to still be alive.
“Thank you friend,” I say to the elf. “I can take care of him now.”
“If you’re sure. You know where I’ll be if you need any help,” he says and turns to leave.