Caught

I fell.

It hurt.

The ground rushing up towards me was the last thing I remember.

Then dark.
Painful darkness.

And now my body seemed to be listening to my commands again, I blinked - hard - trying to adjust, seeking to understand.

I sat up, a light head swimming my vision out of focus for a second. Something bright blurred the scene before me - fire, I thought dimly, trying to remember building it.

There was a hand on my shoulder, it took me a while to become aware of its strong heat on my bare sun-frazzled skin.

The hand helped me stand, steadied me as my legs wobbled, trying to give way beneath me.

Finally, I could see more clearly.

Faces.
Tattooed, copper-skinned, small dark eyes.
Staring.

I blinked hard again, the people came into focus. Stern faces looked back at me, bewilderment swept through my blood and flushed my face.

Daggers, spears, even a bow and arrow pointed towards me.

I was surrounded.