"I see something over there. Wait, that's a person. It's…Frey? Frey! Frey! Wake up! Shit, he's got hypothermia. What happened to you, Frey? Look, there's his tracks."
"I'm picking up a couple scents. I know what Elero told us but I can't believe my own chef did this. Doesn't Frey have immunity to poison?"
"Thomas, ask later. Look, there's someone else. I got both of them. You handle the rest. Bring back anything that looks useful. Hurry!"
Again, Frey sank into the murky black. The light above had extinguished; Frey's power had exhausted itself, for now. Without a fight to win, there was no reason to get back up. A shift drew his gaze to a remnant as it fell towards him. 'This is from the piece of Owen's magic I absorbed,' he thought. With the last of his fading strength, he grabbed onto the remnant and looked into it.
This week's drama: Two days of 100 degree heat, more dog drama, a trip to the dermotologist, stitches, a midterm, a family member having surgery, car nearly breaking down TWICE, sleeploss, and yet I feel great.
I feel amazing in fact.
Why?
DOUBLE UPLOAD
I keep saying I might have found my rhythm and all these tricks that keep ending up failing but now I think I actually found it. I'm looking actually forward to next week for a change. Let's see what happens!