The rays of sun poured through the window of the room and onto Raze's face. His eyes twitched and slowly opened, like his mind was rebooting after a long rest. The first thing he saw was the ceiling, his ceiling, the ceiling of his own room.
He stared for a few seconds, silent, unmoving, letting his thoughts settle into place.
'I'm alive.' He thought it once… then muttered it aloud "I'm alive. I survived."
The memories of what happened before he blacked out came rushing back, the fight against Eliath, the final move that nearly wiped them all out, and his reckless decision to stand against Eliath's attack. He almost died. But somehow, he'd made it, and not only that, he was back home in Ribest and on his own bed.
He tried to sit up.
Instant pain stabbed through his body.
"Argh—!" he groaned, falling back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling again. "Fuck… fuck…"
He pressed his palm to his forehead, rubbing slowly.
"This is my room," he muttered. "How did I get here?"
