Writing Snippet2

I haven't drawn outside of school, so here's a writing snippet I managed to squeeze in :D.

"..." Turning back to the hole and sheathing his sword, and, without further thought, steps over the edge.

Immediately, he knows it is a mistake.

The darkness completely swallows him up, hemming him in with moist walls, damp air whistling past him for two, three, four whole seconds before the walls vanish and he slams into the ground. He drops into a roll, not stopping until all his momentum is gone, and lies on the cool ground, heartbeat pounding in his ears and head reeling with fizzles and sparks. His ankles tingle uncomfortably, strained by the hard landing, but they seem to be alright.

When he staggers to his feet, his vision swirls harder with so many dots that there are more black dots than light. His head feels too heavy, the pounding rocking him back and forth, and he lists to the side. Ow, ow, ow! He flings out his arms for balance, blinking rapidly until the dots fade enough for him to make out the beam of light right in front of him and the slick rock walls behind it. The pounding is still strong, though it doesn't rock him anymore and he can get thoughts around it.

Something is very wrong with his head—is it bad enough to prevent him from escaping? Would it— A screech echoes from above and he snaps his gaze up with burst of disorientation. Aleph plummets from the hole straight towards him.

He jerks to the side, head spinning again, and Aleph crashes and rolls into him, knocking him off his feet. His shoulder meets the ground again and something hard and boney smacks his head. A cry rips from his mouth, straining his throat and yet far too faint. The world goes dark for a second and his thoughts splinter like a stick against a rock, lost to spinning, twisting, falling, lifting sensations. A bitter taste coats his tongue and teeth, fizzles and sparks cascading around him as if they were a stream of water, a high pitched ringing in his ears.

Then a gust of cool mint sweeps in, dispersing the sparks and brushing away the darkness. It sinks into his head, lifting away the edges of pain and the solid thud in his ears, and something in his shoulders relaxes. The sharp ringing fades and sound rushes in along with the blurry image of Aleph leaning over him, a few strands of her green hair falling in front of her face. The corners of her mouth are twisted down and her eyebrows low over her eyes, and she is muttering something.

Edain blinks hard, taking a careful, painful breath. His body aches, particularly in the places the purple man has punched him, and his limbs are heavy like stones. But it is alright. Aleph is here and she is healing him. A particularly fierce wave of mint washes over him, coating his tongue so thoroughly he can’t taste the tang of blood and sweat anymore. He glances up at Aleph.

She pokes him with one finger, a faint green glow in her fingers. “Are you even listening to me?” she hisses under her breath, eyes narrowed. “Edain! Your head is not that bad now. I know you can hear me! Were you just going to leave me behind like that?”