This is Shadow I saw the draft and I cant wait for this to be out no I will not read it before it is out but I just randomy wanted to say MORE JAISHOLTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT okie bye XDD ❤️

SHADOOOWWWWW-

Anyway, hello! I left with a cliffhanger lel-

All you peoples thought it was going to be adorable sentimental stuff~

Remember-

This is still me.

Prepare to be upsetted.

(Slight-Medium Gore Warning)

Jolt's POV:

Jolt woke up covered in his own blood.

Pools of it were everywhere. Staining the dirt, splattered across the grass, on his face, his hands - anything he could see was dripping with sticky crimson blood.

Bursts of pain shot through his body, searing agony weaving throughout his chest his head, his arms, and it blossomed in his right leg, which he assumed had taken some bad hits. His head throbbed like it'd been caved in, which, for all Jolt could know, it had. He felt the metallic taste of blood in his mouth, probably the only sign he hadn't lost his sense of taste, and he felt his nose ache like it'd been beaten. He felt the now familiar feeling of sticky blood drying near his right leg and left eye, which he couldn't see out of at the moment, and he could feel blood trickling down his forehead from a gash near his right eye.

He groaned, it more sounding like a cry of pain than more of an sigh of sorts, and when he tried to move he flinched back at the corresponding sudden agony. So all he could do was lay there, breathing labored and blood pouring out of every wound.

I'm going to die here. He couldn't help but think, his vision gaining spots and growing hazy.

And Raisha's never going to know what happened to me.

Raisha's POV:

Gerathon slithered contentedly beside her as Raisha walked towards the village, the excitement of her upcoming date filling her inside.

"Are you excited Gerathon?" She asked her snake, who hissed politely. "Well yes, I know you won't be there to se it, but I'll tell you all about it when we get home. Then you tell me whether or not you though it was exciting."

Another hiss.

"Well, that's my opinion then."

Suddenly Gerathon froze mid-walk, turning left suddenly and staring out past the bushes, unblinking.

"Gerathon?" Raisha Called walking a step more before pausing and turning to her snake. "Gerathon, we have to go."

The snake didn't stop staring.

"What is it?" Raisha asked, immediately knowing it was serious as Gerathon didn't respond.

Tapping in the the power that Gerathon gave her, Raisha intuedn her senses with the snake, feeling the familiar sense of sight and sound and touch dissappear as the new instinctive sense of being able to simply know that things are there. She looked around, her knew senses scanning for the item of Gerathon's attention. Far off, behind a rolling mountain, was a person, Raisha could sense. A heat signature gave it away.

The figure in general seems to be lying down, so either they were sleeping or unconscious, Raisha couldn't tell. The body signature was faint, as if the person was barely still there, and Raisha could tell that whoever they were had been like that for quite a long time.

Gerathon hissed again, more of an orderly hiss than a conversational one.

"Yes, we should go check it out." She responded, nodding. "But we have to hurry, otherwise we'll be late meeting Jolt." Raisha stood up all the way from her partially crouched position and began to silently move towards the fallen figure, using her connection with Gerathon to keep tabs on the figure as she made her easy around to the entry of the pass.

Disconnecting with Gerathon to get a clearer sight of who the person was, and, more importantly, if they were okay, Raisha was stunned to see the figure and the area surrounding them covered in blood. By the Beasts! This looks terrible! 

"Hello?" Raisha called openly, still unsure whether or not she wanted an answer. The figure still s didn't move. Raisha crept around the side, taking care not to step in the blood, and finally got a good view of the person.

Raisha nearly fainted.

Jolt lay there, half-alive in the rough dirt. A terrible gash stretched from the top of his left eye all the way pat his nose down below his right, just barely touching his left eye, but still making contact. Blood dripped from the wound, almost hiding the fact that his nose was bruised and swollen, flaring blue and black. Various gashed ran up and down his arms, covering him with blood, and Raisha looked on in horror when she saw his wrists had been cut open, as if to purposely make him suffer. 

While blood sometimes seeping though the suit he was wearing at some parts, the right leg area was soaked through with blood, dulling the color with his wounds. Raisha carefully peeled back the suit to examine the damage, fearful of what she would see but careful to not to wake Jolt, and nearly screamed when she saw that his leg had been nearly halfway cut off, the pearly whites of the bone poking out though the mess of severed tendons and muscles, only adding to Raisha's pure terror.

Raisha clasped her hands around her mouth, stumbling back. The brutality of the wounds startled her beyond belief. Would he even survive this? Could he? She quickly tore off a piece of the dress she was wearing and wrapped it around his major wounds, minus the leg injury. Raisha doubted that it would help, as it would only inflict more pain because the wound was too big. She then turned to Gerathon.

"Gerathon, we need to get him help. Go back to town, get them to come here somehow. If taht doesn't work, try to get the ship captain to take you back to Greenhaven- Meilin and the others might be able to help." The snake hissed without a  moment's hesitation, taking off at once.She watched the snake vanish into the distance, streaking off towards the town. She then turned back to Jolt, staring worriedly at his unconscious form. 

Blood still sept through the places where Raisha had tied the ripped fabrics of her dress, already overwhelmed with blood. She moved him slightly, so that he was facing slightly upright, and he stirred slightly, groaning in pain. Raisha immediately let go, not wanting to cause any more damage than was already inflicted. But some part of her, deep inside, already feared that it was too late, that her efforts to save him had been futile.

Jolt can't die. He can't. 

Right?