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Water flowing back and forth over his legs brought him back to reality. He sighed heavily and wanted to go back to the comfort of darkness. His head still hurt lite hell but not as bad as when he had been awake last, if that could be called to be awake.
When he opened his eyes he realised it must be late evening or early night. The sky was dark except just at the horizon where a thin line of purple crimson was dominant. He was laying on a stony beach where the waves had polished every stone into smooth pebbles. Beyond the beach there was a cliff, maybe four meters high, which transferred into lush hills filled with windbeaten little trees. The tide had to be coming in since now his back was becoming wet as well as his legs.
He walked over to the cliffside with unsure steps. The cliffside was made up of larger rocks stuck in limestone but since he could not see any easy way up he figured he would have to follow the coast until he could find a way up and try to find a road or city or anything where he could get his bearing.
Fifteen minutes later he was walking waisthigh in water and considering taking his chances on climbing up the side. On the other hand he didn't know how big the tide would become, perhaps he could just relax as the tide rose up to the edge of the cliff so he just could step up on it. But he wasn't sure how strong the current of the water would get so he started to try to climb up as fast as he could. On the good side he thought, if I fall I sure won't fall far.
It was an remarkably easy climb he thought after a few minutes of climbing when he sat on the edge of the cliff breathing heavily. Now just to figure out where the hell I am.
He looked around the darkness and saw a brighter edge on one of the hills. There must be some kind of lightsource over there Confident of this he stood up and walked with careful steps over the grassy slope. Breaking a leg now would not be recommended, neither would a hurt hip be welcome so I better watch out for holes in the ground.
Above him him he could sometimes see trails of light zipping in straight lines and from behind a cloud a full moon opened up and gave him a bit more light to see where he was stepping.
Beyond the hill was a small cottage with a grass roof and crosshatched walls. Through the small windows a warm flickering light shone out to him.
When he opened his eyes he realised it must be late evening or early night. The sky was dark except just at the horizon where a thin line of purple crimson was dominant. He was laying on a stony beach where the waves had polished every stone into smooth pebbles. Beyond the beach there was a cliff, maybe four meters high, which transferred into lush hills filled with windbeaten little trees. The tide had to be coming in since now his back was becoming wet as well as his legs.
He walked over to the cliffside with unsure steps. The cliffside was made up of larger rocks stuck in limestone but since he could not see any easy way up he figured he would have to follow the coast until he could find a way up and try to find a road or city or anything where he could get his bearing.
Fifteen minutes later he was walking waisthigh in water and considering taking his chances on climbing up the side. On the other hand he didn't know how big the tide would become, perhaps he could just relax as the tide rose up to the edge of the cliff so he just could step up on it. But he wasn't sure how strong the current of the water would get so he started to try to climb up as fast as he could. On the good side he thought, if I fall I sure won't fall far.
It was an remarkably easy climb he thought after a few minutes of climbing when he sat on the edge of the cliff breathing heavily. Now just to figure out where the hell I am.
He looked around the darkness and saw a brighter edge on one of the hills. There must be some kind of lightsource over there Confident of this he stood up and walked with careful steps over the grassy slope. Breaking a leg now would not be recommended, neither would a hurt hip be welcome so I better watch out for holes in the ground.
Above him him he could sometimes see trails of light zipping in straight lines and from behind a cloud a full moon opened up and gave him a bit more light to see where he was stepping.
Beyond the hill was a small cottage with a grass roof and crosshatched walls. Through the small windows a warm flickering light shone out to him.
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