ADERS DRIN

AND JOURNEY THROUGH THE YUKERSNOK MIRE

1

The actual moment of realization cannot be pinned down to an exact time. It happened over a vast period and came to fullness only when it was all over.
Aders Drin banged his head on a low hanging branch as he rode his horse along a supposedly well-manicured bridle path. It knocked him off his horse flipping him ass over tea kettle, twice before he landed on the cinder path with a long scraping action that burned a hole in his trousers and scraped a few layers of skin off his buttocks. I guess he should have paid closer attention.

2

How long he laid there, unconscious before he came too to the experience of nausea, excruciating pain and a severe sense of disorientation, from road rash and the head butting contest with a tree branch causing an enormous headache and a welt as big as a goose egg on his forehead.

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