"Aeoowww!" He pulled himself out of the softness of his breath, panting, panting and panting even harder.
His breath was so uneven, it was as if he'd just resurfaced from drowning. His eyes were looking straight ahead but they weren't exactly seeing anything, they just kept swirling with images of what happened in the Soul River.
His chest heaved, and a drop of sweat slicked his brow. Slowly finding some vision, he moved his weak eyes to the right side of the room, adjusting to the bright morning light filtering through the gauzy curtains.
His heart, still racing from the encounter with his father inside the Soul River, slowly began to settle.
He was angry at that bastard man. Did he really just tell him that this war the people of Erothyria have been suffering for many years is a romantic game? A romantic game between him and an old lover?