CW: Blood, burn descriptions

His chest squeezed in both panic and lack of air.

His lungs felt crushed, and his entire back ached. The cold hands around his neck certainly wasn't helping with his ability to breathe.

Sigils writhed, desperately trying to break free. He could barely move his legs. Biffle's eyes were locked on something ahead, something Sigils couldn't see from his view. He clawed at the armor.

Sigils didn't have the energy, nor the air, to teleport. Frost had disappeared at some point. There was a lot of shouts coming from the house that was slowly becoming smaller.

The pieces suddenly fell into place.

"Biffle-," Sigils gasped, starting to shake, "Biffle wait-."

The man slammed Sigils into the ground, causing him to yelp. The sound of moving water was right beside his ear. Biffle's gaze dropped to meet Sigils' eyes, then to the grey band on his wrist.

"Is that what keeps you from dying to the Soul stone?" Biffle murmured.

Sigils started to shake, an old instinct rising from the depths. The skin along his jaw split as he opened his mouth to pant. The man tilted his head in curiosity. He let out a shriek.

His head was plunged into water.

The last of his air left as an eerie shriek. Bubbles surrounded him, rising up to the surface. It seeped into his fur- into his skin. His face, his neck, his arms, his back- everything was burning, submerged in water, releasing his blood in waves of pain.

The hand on his throat released. Water rushed onto the already sore area.

He snapped his jaw shut, preventing the water from getting inside him. With the last of his energy, he teleported away, out of the lake that was turning purple. Solid land met his claws. Air met his mouth, heat met his fur.

He was crouched on all fours, heaving gulps of fresh air. His entire body vibrated. Sparks of energy and magic surrounded him. A deep, throaty growl buzzed in his chest as he slowly turned to the human at the shore. He shrieked, but didn't follow through with an attack, for his entire body begged him to stop, to lay down and to not move. He coughed, making blood spray his jaws and the grass. His gaze snapped to his arm, where his flesh was bubbling, allowing blood to run from the wound.

The human moved, causing his attention to quickly snap towards it. Eyes met eyes. His fur rose on his shoulders as he hissed, shaking violently.

A figure tackled the human. Another human, this one with wings, like a bird. Bird's face was twisted into a snarl. He had a sword that dug into the human's silver flesh. Cool hands touched his shoulders. He screamed as he turned, shying away from the touch.

AWAY. He shrieked. AWAY.

It was another human, his hair split into a deep brown and an icy white. Eyes- no eyes.

Ice- frost- "Frost?"

His voice was distorted, broken.

He only caught parts of what Frost was saying, "Sigils- okay- breathe- ice- help- stay-."

His eyes turned to the two people fighting. Bird- Henwy -was fighting...

Fighting...

He couldn't remember.

He couldn't remember.

His face was blurred, a void in Sigils' mind. A face- no face but with bright eyes, eyes squinted into fury.

"Can't remember," Sigils whispered, his voice unlike it should be.

Frost sucked in a breath, his face shielded even more from Sigils.

Sigils swayed, every limb starting to go weak again. Fatigue and nausea started to creep in, battling against the pain.

Suddenly, his entire body went cold. He flinched, turning. Ice crystals were rising from his fur. The water was leaving.

Frost still didn't look at his face, but watched as the water turned to ice and pulled away from Sigils' body. The burning sensation from the water started to subside.

Sigils stumbled with a whimper as he started to lose feeling in his legs. He needed to rest. To close his eyes and go to sleep. The sun was warm, so warm. He just wanted to sleep.

"Sigils? Sigils?" Frost asked, an edge of panic to his voice.

Something soft and cool met his cheek as he closed his eyes. It prickled against his sides.

Calm washed over him.

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