He woke up but didn’t open his eyes, not daring to leave that pleasant numbness that was left in his body by the not-yet-finished sleep.
He stood there, lying on the cold floor asking himself foolish questions for hours.
A mirror stood in front of him and a man was watching back at him, blinking, moving with him in the same way at the same time. He smiled at his handsome face and touched the delicate surface of the mirror softly following the shape of his face.
He was so mystified of his appearance. He made a step and gazed into his black?... grey eyes.
His hand reached to take “something” from his waist but only grasped air. He clinched his fits waiting, watching at the young man that stood tall, gazing at him amusingly.
He searched hopeless into his mind and his memories came back.
All at once like a mad sheep herd leaving Ilith a little confused.
I thought I`ll never see you again, Fur ball
You`ve never asked yourself what “Avargorn” means?
Something dashed Ilith to the ground and screamed when an agonizing pain cut trough his head like a heated blade.