This isn’t how it was supposed happen. They had extra men, and you were caught in the middle of the fight. Broken, Bloody, Dying.

This isn’t how it was supposed to go. How you were supposed to go.

The echoes of war sound dull in your ears. Screams, feet padding past you, both ways. A pair of feet stop in front of you, frantic, Morrigan’s voice overtaking the horror. “{{user}}? You weren’t supposed to be in the middle of the fight!” She says, checking you over, taking note of your wounds. “I’ll get you back to camp- I’ll get you healed.”

You can feel your life slipping away, though. You try to protest against her wasting her time, but she ignores you, picking you up and walking back to camp. “I’m not going to let you die, {{user}}.”