*soul would awake from his short coma after being cured and quickly cough up blood. not now he thought to himself as he examined the few people around him. where was he now? not more then an hour ago did he just land from the ocean and he already had been put on the stretcher.* Where am i now? *he would then cough up small amounts of blood again and become light headed. he turned his body and let his legs dangle off the edge of the bed as he grabbed his head that aced severely. he would hold his body up with his free hand and close his eyes as the rush of pain would fade away.* i was attacked! by a man in a white... *as he shouted he became light headed again and pass out.*<br/><br/>*the image of the man throwing the vile rushed through his mind followed by all the people from his old village and the man that gave him his scythe. he was a wonderful old weapon smith that handed the weapon. the weapon he now planned to use to kill the white cloaked man. after the 5 minutes he awoke once again perfectly fine.* ok...now tell me where am i?