Jast: Fight for Your Life (Pt. 3)

The undead glared at him. Their eyes burned with hate. They wore black robes that seemed to move with an unearthly wind. He stood looking back at them trying to formulate an escape plan. One of them raised his hand up and it began to burn with an unearthly fire. Jast looked at them in terror. "There is no need to do anything. Just let me go. I won't say anything, I'll give the money back. I promise." They didn't move or speak as he pleaded with them. They stood motionless watching him beg for his life. When he finished one of them seemed to smile very slightly before the fire left it's hand and struck Jast in his right side sending him flying backwards into the river. The fire burned worse than anything he had ever felt. It seemed to burn into his soul. Even as he hit the water he could still feel it burning. It felt like nothing could extinguish it. The pain overwhelemed him as he was swept under the river.

He woke some time later on the bank of the river. His lungs burned from swallowing water, his side stopped burning but was painful, and he could barely carry himself on his wounded leg. He looked around to see if the two undead had followed him. They were nowhere to be seen, but Milyn was laying only a few feet away from him. As he stood Milyn perked up and trotted over to him. He put his hand on her head and stroaked it. "I'm alright girl, it's ok. Lets find some place to bed down for a bit." He hobbled a short distance into the woods and decided on a group of trees that were growing close to a steep hill. He built a makeshift bed out of grass and leafy branches. He lay down on it and tended to hisw wounds. He covered and bandaged them the best he could, but between the pain, fatigue, and being soaked he just needed to rest. He lay his head down to sleep, planning his move for tommorow. He felt Milyn cuddle up next to him and lay her head on his chest. For the first time in a long time he smiled. He put an arm around Milyn and pet her slowly. Everything will work out he thought. Tommorow is a new day and we will make it.