The void holds me close, the lights whistle past. The wind buffets my hair, my body, as if saying wake up, but I want to sleep. Why am I so sleepy? I try to focus, but all I can see are beads. Silver beads, with swirls of intricate carving. Floating in the void like spots in front of my eyes. I blink, but they’re still there. Warm. Sleepy… Wet. Blood, is that it? Draining life away. Stop. Stop the blood. Please… Silver from the void gathers all around me, then on my leg and arm. It feels warm. Time passes. I don’t know how long, but slowly, gradually, things stop swirling. I come back to myself. I sit up. Something glints next to me, and I frown. A knife. Blood’s knife? It’s smeared with dark red. Is that my blood from when he cut my arm? Both my arm and leg are whole now, but there is a sheen of silver on my skin.
