eyes widened in shock at the sight, it was like a graceful dance where
each step would either lead to avoiding a weapon or landing a deadly attack,
sometimes both.
In
moments, nearly all the goblins were dead, only one still remaining. ‘No! Lost won’t be able to get
to it in time!’ I don’t know why but I seem to be putting a lot
of trust in him. But he is such a strong person, anyone who only knew his level
would be completely fooled.
He shouts something and
Sir Laurence somehow manages to move his body to protect me, except it cost him
a blow that cost him his life. It is at this point the bleeding damage brought
my health below three percent. In a combat zone this is where your vision goes
and you lose complete control of your body, unable to save yourself.
The noises coming to my
ears gradually stop, I don’t know if my hearing was going too or the battle was
over, all I know is that I can see I still have health left so I am not dead
yet.
Soon I faintly feel my
body being moved and a warm liquid enters my mouth, unable to do anything about
it about half enters my throat. Wherever the liquid touched however left a foul
taste which inadvertently caused my body to cough it up, but a little did pass
through healing just a single percent of my health.
Another
round of the potion enters my mouth, befouling every surface inside of
it.
‘Doesn’t he realize he is just
wasting potions? Also, what kind of potion tastes this bad?’
The
difference this time is warmth enters my lips, spreading a tiny electric
current through my body, warming the deepest parts.
‘What a nice feeling, how have I
not felt it before?’
The foul liquid also seems
to be going down my throat much easier, tasting less grotesque as it goes down.
I can feel the potions healing my wounds and stopping the bleeding,
although the feeling of my body returning to me is magnifying the warmth
on my mouth
My health points slowly
begin to rise, my vision blurring back into focus, revealing the details of
Lost’s face under the hood. I could see completely through the shadow of his
hood! No, that’s not correct, the hood is over my face too so the shadow is not
working.
I can see every detail of
his face, from the thin line of stubble running down his jaw line to the long
hair tied up somewhere behind his head, a few pieces hanging down in the form
of bangs. He has quite a pretty face, but the most noticeable are his eyes,
they are a rather boring green colour, but there is a deep pain in them
that causes my chest to constrict just looking into them.
All of a sudden there is
no more of the potion entering my mouth. With the foul taste of the liquid gone
I momentarily feel this man’s lips on mine, every tiny part leaving a
sweet sensation on my mouth, before he removes his face. The warmth on my mouth
disappears along with his face behind the shadow of his hood.
‘He kissed me!’
Despite
the need to do so to force the potion down my throat, the only word that
could come to my mind was ‘kiss’. Pinching onto my hood I bring it down to
hide my face turning crimson in embarrassment, the fluttering
butterflies in my chest refusing to subside.
I hear a crack next to my ear
and feel a chill on my cheek, but I am already lost too deep in my subconscious
to pay attention to it.
I don’t know how much time
passes but three horrible looking potions are left on the ground next to me.
Lost also asks me if I wish to go and find Sir Laurence who should have
respawned.
‘I don’t want to go see him, I just
want to stay with you,’ I don’t
know where this thought is coming from as I shake my head back and
forth, it came from nowhere and refuses to leave.
I drink the three potions
on the floor next to me to try to remove the feeling on my lips but the taste
of the potion reminds me of his lips on mine.
I start to feel trapped in
my own emotions and open my game menu. Hovering my finger