Herlion groaned and pulled awake, thinking for a moment that perhaps he was sick. He opened his eyes, and closed them. Opened them again. Nothing changed. The scene was the same. Then it came back to him....
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He had been at the edge of the woods when he had heard a trampling sound in the woods. Having not known what it was by sound, and deciding it was some sort of wild bear, he yelled to a friends and ran back to his house to get something to defend himself with. His wife, Iavas, met him at the door with their children clinging to her hands. He hurriedly told her what had happened, and was about to run out again. Suddenly he heard screams and saw the hideous face framed in the window.....he had fought valiantly, and felled 2 or 3 of the creatures, but then one managed to grab Iavas from behind him. He went crazy , hacking at any limbs within reah. Finally, he had heard something move behind him, and looked behind him. He froze, seeing the blunt end of an axe coming down towards him, and he went down into a peaceful darkness. He had a vague memory of something hitting him, hard, multiple times, but nothing more.
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Suddenly he remembered: where was his wife? But he had no more srength to raise his head, and his wounds were paining him. Wounds? He didn't remember getting wounded...but then, he decided, he coudn't remember much just then. He lost consiousness again, not aware even of where he was.
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