The canvas walls of the tent shift slightly in the night breeze prompts

9 months ago

First-person POV , I am lying on the ground, my gaze fixed from this low angle. The canvas walls of the tent shift slightly in the night breeze. Darkness fills the space, with only the faint glow of an oil lamp casting weak light inside. My hand still grips a sword, its blade resting on the ground. A red liquid has seeped from my body, slowly spreading across the tent floor. The night outside is quiet, yet the air remains heavy with an undeniable sense of danger.

9 months ago

First-person POV , I am lying on the ground, my gaze fixed from this low angle. The canvas walls of the tent shift slightly in the night breeze. Darkness fills the space, with only the faint glow of an oil lamp casting weak light inside. My hand still grips a sword, its blade resting on the ground. A warm sensation spreads across my body, and a dark liquid has pooled on the tent floor. The night outside is quiet, yet the air remains heavy with an undeniable sense of danger.