((The story continues directly from the last part))
Sador feels immensely hot... His throat feels dry and it hurts to swallow...
He tries to open his eyes, but fails.
His body still aches from the impact earlier.
He tries to move his fingers. They slowly start to respond.
He can hear the wind blow. Other then that... total silence... or...
He can hear screams from above...
Of course... scavengers...
They must be having the feast of a lifetime...
A sudden fear creeps through his body...
"Harthad?...."
He listens carefully to hear for signs of his son...
"HARTHAD!! Are ye all right, lad??"
the sound of wings close by, and a sudden cry from what must be a bird is his only reply.
He starts to panic from the otherwise dead silent surroundings.
He tries to open his eyes again, and manages to open them a little...
The great Anor is cooking him alive it seems...
The sunlight hurts his iris as he glances around him through the narrow cracks of his eyelids.
Everything is blurry... he cannot make out the shapes of anything in his immediate surroundings... Just colors... the ground... and the odd shade disturbing the blue background of the sky as they fly by... crows, ravens, and other scavenging birds he was sure...
Again he hears the sound of wings flapping near him, and a rusty cry.
He desperately tries to roll over to his side to try to get his body to respond...
He can sense a light tickling sensation in his feet now, and his fingers are finally responding.
There is no doubt he has been burned by the sun... His skin feels incredibly hot, dry and sore.
He slowly starts to get his movement back in his feet, and that tickling feeling has started to move across his whole body...
He breathes slowly to fight his body's will to panic.
"HARTHAAAAAD!! CAN YE READ ME, LAD??"
His head aches when he pushes his voice to a higher volume...
Sador tries to sit up, but gets only halfway up before loosing his strength and falls back down.
He lies still and breathes a little to muster his stamina and to channel his frustration and anger to gather energy - then tries again.
This time Sador gets up to a sitting stance.
He checks his body...
Though pretty beaten up and bruised... it seems nothing has been broken...
He is slowly getting full usage of his body again.
As Sador lifts his hand to his head, he can feel a strange substance covering most of his head and face... The place of origin must be from the impact... Its greasy and oily...
Blood...
Sador knows he must have lost a great deal of blood while lying here...
There is quite a large pool of the same substance on the ground where he lay.
Dried brown by the sun...
His head is quite dizzy, and there is a pulsating pain that almost feels unbearable...
Finally he can manage to see clearly - and again tries to get an overlay of his surroundings.
He cannot see Harthad...
A few feet away there is a large crow-like bird standing and watching him.
"Oh no, ye shall not get a taste if this flesh, ye little bastard!"
Sador tries to shoo the bird away, but the bird only jumps a few feet away and keeps watching him from a safe distance.
just to his right, the chariot is lying in shatters... and the horse lies dead beside it.
There is a broken pole sticking out of the horses throat.
It must have struck the animal as the chariot disintegrated and swung around.
He peers out in the distance.
All around there seems to be small flocks with scavenging birds.
Each flock marking the dead body of a soldier of either side of the battle...
He can see crow-like creatures fighting over strips of meat in the air...
Sador shudders from the thought...
He only hopes all were dead before the birds started picking on them...
By Morgoth!... he could easily have been one of them...
He peers towards the bird - which has dared to moved in a little closer again
Sador picks up a few stones and throws them as he yells and makes a grimace towards the black feathered creature.
"ARRRRRGH!!! Get lost will ye!!"
The bird spreads its wings and flies a few feet away - before starting to hop towards him again.
Sador sighs to himself and shakes his head as he slowly manages to get up to his feet.
His left leg is hurting badly, and he can barely stand on it... but he manages to have a quick survey of the immediate perimeters.
Suddenly he becomes aware of a small pool of blood... a few feet away from him...
And there seems to be trail of blood leading away from it - towards the marshes
((To be continued very soon))
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