All he could think about was the pain that seemed to consume all of his being.
He vaguely remembered a boat.
He remembered a storm.
He remembered water.
But what he didn’t remember, was who he was or how he got here.
Which begs the question, where was he?
Opening his eyes, he is almost blinded by the afternoon sun.
“Ugh,” he moaned.
“Ssshhhh, youngling. You’ve had a bad time of it. You’re safe now. Take a bit of rest.” he heard a voice above him.
Daring to open his eyes one last time, he noticed a person with blue hair above him.
“Blue hair? By the Harvest Moon, where was he?!” Was his last thought before he passed back into a restless sleep.