Dark Heart, Pure Soul reblogged. Re-written and reimagined.
12. The First Sunburn
Hours passed and the sun slowly slipped behind the trees, shading him, the cool change awoke him gently. He felt rested, but oddly stiff. A large lump had formed on his forehead. No doubt a souvenir of either his fall or near drowning. Another survey of himself showed that he looked like, well, like hell. Lumps and bruises covered him in a familiar coloring in many parts of his body. But more, his skin was a deep crimson hue and was more sensitive to the touch than he recalled from several hours ago when he first crawled on the rock and slept in the warming sun.
Looking over the edge of the rock, he could see his ax glittering in the water below, but it’s depth was at least over his head.
He had to go get it, calling to it was out of the question, it…
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