birth

Mork's head was pounding. But moisture and flavor had returned back to his mouth. The back of his head was damp and his body was layed out flat against cold dark stone. New dark leather clothes clung tight to his sweat soaked skin. But his hair was cut and face clean. His stomach was not noisy and barren. How had he eaten? "How had i eaten?" Words no longer a pain to beat out, and so his mind was at a slight rest. He sat up quickly, causing his head to spin. Quickly loud footsteps against solid rock rushed over to him.

 

"Lay back down."

 

Mork slowly layed back, placing his hands around his head. More footsteps find its way to him. He turned his head over to the right.

 

 

A short, dark young man stood in front three men. They were all covered in leather like Mork was, except the young man. His jacket and pants were covered in equipment, weapons, many things. His hair was long and dark and reached down to his lips as he spoke, "What were you doing out there?"

 

"Who are you?"

 

"I am Tien. I lead this tribe out here in this desert."

 

"I'm Mork. I'm not sure what i was doing out there.."