The Old MissionThe Old MissionThe Old Mission by Haephasto
As he opened his eyes, Jason could see that he was in the middle of a forest. His wrists stung from the ropes that had been tied around them and his head throbbed painfully. Two men stood next to him. "Ah, you're awake," the one on the left said. His eyes were bloodshot, and he appeared worried. There were bags under them, softening the sternness of his bearded face. "Listen carefully, son." Jason's mouth was not covered, but he was too groggy to do anything other than listening. The man continued: "I'm sorry for what we had to do to you, but there was no other way. It has to be fed, you see, and we can't let you go unless you confront it. You must have all sorts of questions, but they will have to wait until you come back." He hesitated a moment, then added: "If you come back."
"Where are my shoes? What are you " Jason started, dizzily getting to his feet. The other man turned to leave him. "If you come back," the older one repeated, turning ass well "I really hop