Chapter 3: Other Plans (Ash, Mia, and Seraphine)
Ash awoke on a soft bed, wrapped in a sheet woven of the finest linen. His head felt several sizes too big for hsi body, which seemed to be tender and bruised. His left arm felt numb, as if it had been dislodged from his body. The comforting weight of his muskets were missing.
With a groan of pain and irritation, he forced his eyes open. The room was still dark; it was several hours before dawn, according to a small clock in the corner. The room was well furnished; clearly this was no pauper's house. A single, dim candle lit the darkness.
Ash rose slowly. His body ached, yet there were no signs of damage. No cuts, no bruises. Not even a broken arm, though Ash was sure he heard it snap moments before being tossed overboard. He had grabbed Mia's body, and...
Mia!
Ash nearly lept out of bed. Lying at the other end of the room, a much larger bed held two more bodies. One belonged to a rather beautiful young-looking High Elven girl. She appeared to be in a deep sleep, having a particularly bad nightmare. She tossed violently in her slumber.
Next to her was the body of the Draconis girl. Ash's heart lept; she appeared to be breathing. He had no dea how it was done, but someone had restored Mia to life. He bent down to touch her hand...
And heard the click of a musket. To the left of the bed, in front of a grand terrace, a High Elf Ranger stood, a pistol drawn. It was Ash's own gun.
"Don't move, Durani..."
With a groan of pain and irritation, he forced his eyes open. The room was still dark; it was several hours before dawn, according to a small clock in the corner. The room was well furnished; clearly this was no pauper's house. A single, dim candle lit the darkness.
Ash rose slowly. His body ached, yet there were no signs of damage. No cuts, no bruises. Not even a broken arm, though Ash was sure he heard it snap moments before being tossed overboard. He had grabbed Mia's body, and...
Mia!
Ash nearly lept out of bed. Lying at the other end of the room, a much larger bed held two more bodies. One belonged to a rather beautiful young-looking High Elven girl. She appeared to be in a deep sleep, having a particularly bad nightmare. She tossed violently in her slumber.
Next to her was the body of the Draconis girl. Ash's heart lept; she appeared to be breathing. He had no dea how it was done, but someone had restored Mia to life. He bent down to touch her hand...
And heard the click of a musket. To the left of the bed, in front of a grand terrace, a High Elf Ranger stood, a pistol drawn. It was Ash's own gun.
"Don't move, Durani..."