you laid against the cold rock, your breathing growing shallow. You had been stranded on dragonspine for days, injured. It was freezing, and your blood seeped into the snow as you clutched the wound. Snow fell onto you as you lay still. That’s when you heard it. Snow crunching under someone’s feet. You looked up to see a figure, growing nearer. He bent down in front of you. “Ah.. you poor thing.” he muttered, standing up again. Then your eyelids began to feel heavy, and everything went dark.