Dark Times

The Scar

Espio woke up with someone carrying him. He barely kept his eyes open, but he could only see what was in front of him... trees. Theperson carrying him laid him down and sat next to him. "Wake up." They said. Espio opened his eyes and saw Ezra's sister, Joy. "Joy?"
"Hi Espio." Joy said softly. She held Espio's hand where the stcik was at. "You mind?" She asked. Espio shook his head. Joy put her hand and the stick and pulled it out. "Ah!" Espio yelled holding his hand. "Don't squeeze it! You'll make it bleed more." Joy snapped. Espio let go and Joy looked at his hand. "The wound is deep, but it'll be fine. Just let it heal on it's own." She said. Espio nodded and Joy took off the scarf around his arm. "Is it broken?" Joy asked. Espio nodded and tried to keep back his tears. "I'm just as scared as you are Espio." Joy said. "This will only hurt a little." She said fixing his broken arm. "Will... can we get her back?" Espio asked. "I'm not letting anything happen to MY little sister." Joy said helping Espio up. "Then let's go." Espio said. "You sure that you have the strength?" Joy asked. "You sound a lot like your sister." Espio laughed. Joy smiled and they followed the black fog. "So... how can we-" Espio looked behind him and Joy was nowhere to be seen. "Joy?" Espio asked. He turned around and saw Ezra covered in blood. "Ezra!" Espio yelled running up to her. "Espio... help." Ezra said. She held up her right hand and there was a huge scar across her hand. "Help me."