Lyncon’s perspective:

Its over. I lost. Everything I worked for is gone. My family has been taken, and I have been outcast. I can’t stay conscious for more than mere minutes. I feel the blood flowing out of my arm, but I don’t move to bandage it. Why should I? They left me here to die anyways. I’m slowly fading from consciousness when I hear an anxious voice. “Come on come on what’s the spell again!” I can't move or open my eyes so I just listen. The voice suddenly stops. I hear faint whispers that sound like the wind, and a cool feeling wraps around me. I’m amazed that the pain is fading away. I slowly regain complete consciousness and open my eyes to look at who has saved me. I’m amazed to see……a horse? I got saved by a horse?? But then a man, seemingly much shorter and smaller than me runs over. “Hey are you ok?” I just nod and smile. The man keeps taking. “It’s been a while since I did that spell and I didn’t expect to meet anyone out here and-“ I slowly took a good look at him. He didn’t look like a demon, or like he was hostile at all. He had a kind smile, and looked rather frail, like he needed a protecter.