Weight Of The World

Hours passed and Raith was trapped on his knee, unable to stand up. He tried a few times but it was futile, the tearing feeling that assaulted his shoulder made him give up too early before putting in the persistence effort.

But as seconds ticked, the weight of the manacles began to bear down on his whole body. It's imposing mass pressed down a burden impossible for him to bear.

The once fluid movements in his body were now reduced to painful lumbering gait. His muscles strained and screamed in protest as if pleading for mercy from the unyielding force they were compelled to support.

It was as though gravity itself conspired to beleaguer his soul. But if there was anything that Raith had gotten used to over the last eventful year.

It was pain.