His back found dirt again. He was so young and so incredibly stupid, but when the Castle called one was forced to answer. Zli had always thought this would be his best way to escape. To be able to leave this dirt behind for something even a little more regal. Oh how wrong he was.
In truth he didn’t mind the dirt. It had always been there to catch him when he fell. He lied there for far longer than was necessary, just taking it all in. “Was that really necessary?” he asked, slipping into his native tongue. His eyes were closed, if only to escape his world for just a moment. Everything was changing around him. What little control he had he would flex. To be swallowed by helplessness was a great fear of his.