Moonspear monday? no thanks.

eyes squeezed shut as he lay against the cool earth, the distant sound of footsteps falling near as the voice of alaric echoed in his head. 

eyelids fluttered open to see anaa, and a sense of reassurance washed over him. what words were spoken were muffled by a sea of unsteadiness. a blink and he could see the figure of his mother running towards him, another and she was by his side. 

crusted tears were refreshed anew, and he buried himself into the support of his mother. 

he could hear the ire of his sister's tone, but not her words. he could hear the blonde girl's voice, but couldn't make out what she said. the buzzing remained. 

he tried to shift his weight, but it felt as if his legs were twice as heavy as before. he could feel his grip on consciousness fading, a chain thrown to the ocean of fatigue. 

in the heat of exchanged words, the boy managed to croak out a shaky, "i'm tired."