<font color='#00FFFF'>Tessera(Autumn) Day: 38 81337 Bakall was tired of walking, his legs could barely carry himself anymore. It was night, the sun had set nearly an hour ago. The sky was blankened only stars were breaking the pitch blackness. The two moons were covered by clouds. Grass was damp from it raining several hours before now. His face was covered with blood, not used to walking. He constantly whiped his forehead with a peice of his clothing to try to stop the blood flow. The cut was deep and the blood seemed black. He couldn't take it any longer. He fell foreward, on one knee, then flat. His arms barely broke the fall. His nose started to dripple blood. He looked infront of him, the grass seemed like an ocean and he was nearly a raft, lost in the middle of it all. He tried to get himself to sit up, nothing seamed to happen. He screamed out in pain, barely managing to turn himself over onto his back. His eyes had closed and he couldn't open them anymore than that. Thaughts crossed his mind...</font>
