Talk:SunStones/@comment-7060975-20150206014247

Steeldrop curled up on a rock, basking in the sun. He was tired from a tense encounter with rogues.

He started to drift off, the sun's warmth spreading through him, comforting, yet seemed to grow more intense. It was mildly numbing, not scalding. But this warm, dreamy numbness crept up into his mind, and gripped his hears with a delicate pinch.

As this pinch grew stronger, something rang in his ears. A soft, delicate static resounding, bringing back memories. As this static grew louder, he felt himself shrink, almost down to kit size. He saw the kitchen, the one in the house where he used to be... when he was Steel... he saw the brown bottle of beer on the counter, and them he felt it crash over him... the glass cutting into his skin. The warm drip of blood cascaded down his face as he ran, from the monster, the sound of footsteps chasing him into the woods. He saw the dark form grab his scruff, and everything was black....