[Coming to is like the aftermath of a nightmare, except in this case, instead of his warm bed, familiar sheets mostly under him, posters on the wall and solar system hanging up above, there's a cold stone beneath him, he's wrapped up, cold gold resting lightly on his head, and a sword at his neck.
Fear and panic hit him in a start, and are just as immediately squashed by a desire to not die and not let Harper die, despite somehow being stuck and he yells in frustration. As he does, he feels that inner warmth and brightness again, and instead of letting it fizzle, he focuses on it with a push and-
A solid golden arc of light pushes outward, loosening the shroud as it flings out, shoving the sword away and a good bit of gold, jewels, and other assorted ends and pieces in its wake.
It doesn't take long for Jon to wriggle out of the shroud, and begin shaking at Harper as hard as he can, trying to unwrap the linens wrapping Harper in the process. Escape now. Figure that out later.]
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Fear and panic hit him in a start, and are just as immediately squashed by a desire to not die and not let Harper die, despite somehow being stuck and he yells in frustration. As he does, he feels that inner warmth and brightness again, and instead of letting it fizzle, he focuses on it with a push and-
A solid golden arc of light pushes outward, loosening the shroud as it flings out, shoving the sword away and a good bit of gold, jewels, and other assorted ends and pieces in its wake.
It doesn't take long for Jon to wriggle out of the shroud, and begin shaking at Harper as hard as he can, trying to unwrap the linens wrapping Harper in the process. Escape now. Figure that out later.]
Wake up!