Mar In Space
A Drug Made Queen
The world moved again.
Home looked so warm. And current memory failed. He slipped easily into the appearance of the lush planet. The deep canyon he called his place of safety for so long felt nice.
He stood and stumbled forward. Trying to find his room. He’d be able to fix things there. Maybe he could fix whatever was hurting. He glanced down at himself, confused as to what was hurting.
He looked fine. But he felt stiff and awkward. He kept stumbling around. Heading further into the canyon.
Sometimes he’d run into a wall, which was odd, cause that was a hallway. He put a hand against it. Pushing. His leg protested when he put his weight behind it.
“Bah,” he grumpily waved at it, “Floran didn’t want to go down that way anyway…”
What confused him was that it was so quiet. The canyon was never this quiet, at least, in the sense that there weren’t any other Floran voices to be heard. At first, he shrugged this off.
Till it got worrisome and his leg hurt more, which was odd. He sat down and the dirt floor felt loose, which confused him more. The dirt should be compact and not shifty like this.
He was starting to question it, when a wave of nausea hit. He squeezed his eyes shut. Fighting against the sick.
Only to feel a piercing pain, right in the center of his chest, slipping right past the ribs and though a lung. Eyes snapping open, the world was fuzzy. But there was a looming pale figure with a spear planted in his chest.
He coughed, wheezing as he kept fearful eyes on the figure who seemed just as confused. Around him, the dirt of the walls became harder and blue. Having now a metallic shine surrounded by vines.
He shook, fear burning through his veins. He blinked, and… it was all gone. The spear, the pain in his chest, the metal walls, and the vines. All gone.
Just dirt and stone.
He staggered, looking around him. The cave didn’t… look at all like the Canyon. Where was he…? His mind took a moment to process where he might have been. His leg twitched with pain.
And he knew where he was.