Inktober - 26 - Dried
Added 2017-10-25 17:08:39 +0000 UTC"Ha... Hailan..."
The ninja looked up from the medical supplies the doctor had given him and at his master.
"Yes, My Lord?"
"How... bad... gnn... is it...?"
He bit his lip, nervous. For the first time in quite a many years, the ninja found himself at a loss for what to say. It was bad, yes, but not as bad as it could be. Most of his face was now like crumbled parchment, dried and old, and the scabs that had formed all over his face were like the old scales of a lizard. His face was swollen, making it hard for him to open his parched and bloodied lips, and even in the dim light of a candle, his eye was still too sensitive to open to it.
It was bad, yes, but it had been worse. Hailan allowed himself to put a comforting hand on his, letting him know he was in front of him.
"It's not as bad as it once was, My Lord," was his answer.
An incident involving a grenade rendered the supposed invincible Sir Meta Knight crippled and forced out of combat for years; during the accident, the grenade exploded near his right hand, and while the damage done to this side was deemed irreparable, his left side suffered less. However, none of the physical pain caused by this incident mattered next to the mental stab the proud knight had taken, and during the years he needed to recover, both mentally and physically, he was taken away from the GSA-Nirvana and to his home star of Khazta Star, where he was taken care of by the renowned Doctor Valken, a Kiridan expert, and an old friend of the knight.
