The Clan Lord: A Second Chance
by Anonymous | Score: 2200
Nolan woke up, dazed and confused.
Where was he? He...died, didn't he?
He remembered the elven spear hurtling through his chest, with all the elegance of its brilliant creator.
_Diana_, he thought with a sense of melancholy. She would have been so disheartened to know how they had used the weapon that she had labored on for months.
Now fully awake, he snapped out of his ruminations and took stock of the situation.
In his memory, he remembered the meeting with his best friend. The betrayal, the shock - his shock - the pouring rain and booming thunder drowning out the sounds of him choking on his own guts.
And yet, here he was on his bed, safe and sound.
"Wake up, young master!", he heard from beyond the door.
Where was he? He...died, didn't he?
He remembered the elven spear hurtling through his chest, with all the elegance of its brilliant creator.
_Diana_, he thought with a sense of melancholy. She would have been so disheartened to know how they had used the weapon that she had labored on for months.
Now fully awake, he snapped out of his ruminations and took stock of the situation.
In his memory, he remembered the meeting with his best friend. The betrayal, the shock - his shock - the pouring rain and booming thunder drowning out the sounds of him choking on his own guts.
And yet, here he was on his bed, safe and sound.
"Wake up, young master!", he heard from beyond the door.
"Just a minute!", he replied, his face unconciously turning into a smile. Anna. His dilligent maid. One of the people he thought he'd never see again, as he lay bleeding out on the cold hard ground. What had happened, exactly?
"I've made tomato risotto and baked beans for breakfast. Come down before it gets cold!", she said, before walking away.