[ TT ] She clutched a tattered box to her chest

The sky appeared volcanic, the once arresting vision of Krandar devastated by war. Bodies decorated the blood-soaked canvas, the air was thick. 
 
 `` He's breathing'' said a soft distorted voice. 
 
 `` Sit him up'' suggested another. 
 
 `` No leave him, we do n't know the extent of his injuries, it would be too dangerous'' expressed a third voice. 
 
 Slowly regaining consciousness, Grandwhit was greeted with a sight only comparable to that of a newborn opening their eyes to the world for the first time. Gathered around, Kidrill, Denmar and Grim leered over, faces an unbalanced combination of worry and relief. The three parted, a shuffle of feet and through emerged Elaria. She clutched a tattered box to her chest.
