In the piles of rubble a short distance away from where Lucian and Talia stood, a pale, dark-haired youth stirred, slowly opening his eyes.
His eyes were a startling pitch-black colour, which receded, giving way to normal brown irises.
Morgan groaned, pulling himself into a seating position.
A wave of pain instantly flared through his mind, instantly rousing him fully.
"Ah, feels I broke something..."
He gingerly moved his limbs, first his arms, then his legs.
The air was choke full of dust, the tiny particles stinging at his eyes.
The deluge of rain had reduced to a drizzle, still falling continuously from the sky.
Morgan slowly dragged himself, straining against a small slab of rock that had fallen on his foot.
With the remainder of his strength, he strained against the sturdy block, pushing it off his foot and crawling away just enough to be clear of it.
A moment later, he registered the oddity and the source of the pain he was feeling.
