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Heat surrounded him, clogging the air with smoke and burning everything it touched. He was lying on the ground for some odd reason. He tried to move, call out for help, anything, but nothing worked. Why wasn't it working why couldn't he SEE why did it HURT SO MUCH PLEASE SOMEONE WHY WASN’T ANYONE ANSWERING.
It was ok-everyone was fine, he was fine. He just needed to get home, that was it. He couldn't remember what happened but that was ok too; and the place his brother’s Wakfu usually rested comfortably against his was empty but he was sure Adamai was ok, everything was fine.
He gritted his teeth and clawed his way up to standing, using something unnaturally metal to hold himself up. He could feel something wet dripping down his face, and his torso was burning, but it was ok because Adamai could help; he just needed his brother.
His Wakfu sight was working, not very well, he could barely see the string of Wakfu leading him home, but it was enough. He started stumbling along, following the strand that would surely lead him home and to safety. The metal he was leaning against and using to keep himself upright was hot underneath his hands, but he wouldn't give up, his people needed him.
Time passed by him, hazy and distorted. Eventually the metal ended and he was forced to use his fingers to pull himself forward. When his bloodied hands finally hit the cool surface of the entrance to the sanctuary, he almost cried. He was finally home, now he just had to find his siblings.
As he used the walls to stagger along the endless halls of the sanctuary, he tried to call out again, scream for help, but nobody was answering. Why wasn't anybody answering? Why wasn't anyone home?
He was stumbling his way to the medical area when his Wakfu sight gave up, leaving him blind once again. Thankfully, he was close enough to use his hands to grope at the walls and feel his way there. After a while, his hand eventually hit the open entrance and he was able to stagger in, greeted by the vague smell of medicinal herbs.
He cried out once again, and was finally answered.
“M-my king?” A wavery voice called out from the back of the room, sounding shocked.
His head shot up, and he warbled a desperate noise of distress. His legs gave out and he collapsed to the floor, spent from the long trek home.
A gasp was accompanied by a hurried rush of steps, and he felt a presence kneel beside him.
Warm, soft hands gently reached out and lifted his head onto their lap, cradling his wings in their hands.
“Oh, my king, how are you still alive? I thought you had perished alongside the rest of the council.”
What? No, no they-they couldn't be dead. No, no, no he needs them they can't be dead what happened? Where was everyone? Where was his brother?
Blood choked in his throat and felt himself gasping. Why was everything so fuzzy and disjointed? He heard the other person talk again but he couldn't understand. Why couldn't he remember?
Those warm hands moved to the sides of his face and he felt the other’s mind reach out to his, laying a comforting blanket of calm over his thoughts and quickly flitting through his recent memories and feelings before pulling back out and running their hands through his hair comfortingly.
“Please stay calm my king, you're in shock. You have barely enough Wakfu to stay alive and you used most of it to keep your body together long enough to make it here. You might not be dead but I fear if you don't get a big enough boost immediately, your life force will go out.” He could hear the despair and grief in their voice but his head was too fuzzy to understand why.
He tried to choke out a question about where the rest of his people were, but coughed weakly instead, spitting a substantial amount of blood onto the cold stone floor.
They seemed to take this as a sign to move along, gently sliding their arms under him and lifting him up; carrying him close to their chest and making their way somewhere.
After a little bit of walking, he was gently laid on a soft surface, surrounded by blankets. Through the haze of his mind, he recognized the scent and realized he was placed in his bed.
The person seemed to bring out something from somewhere and he felt as they began winding soft bandages around his eyes and torso.
“These will keep you from bleeding out as you sleep and heal.” They murmured gently, making sure to also bandage his damaged forearms and hands.
As they finished, he pulled enough strength together to ask a single question.
“Where are they?” He slurred.
The eliatrope paused and sighed. “Gone. I'm sorry, King Yugo, you are the last.”
“Me?” His tongue felt heavy and all he wanted to do was sleep.
“Yes.” he heard the sad smile in their words, “you need that boost of Wakfu from somewhere, don't you?”
It took far too long for him to understand their words, but it was already too late when he finally did. Their hands were once again on the sides of his head, and the last thing he heard was a gentle whisper.
“Sleep.”
And he did.