For the Talon Kingdom

It was hot. Too hot. As Bozi Port regained consciousness, he heard a frantic, shouting crowd and the sound of a large crackling fire. As his blurred eyes opened, he felt a stinging pain in his chest. He attempted to grab hold of the pain and felt it slowly subside. He tries to catch his breath, but only inhales smoke; he begins to cough. “Mom? Pops?” The young elf called out, but no response. Bozi realized he was lying on the floor, but he still couldn’t see through his blurry vision. An orange hue glowed brightly against his blurry vision, swirling before him like calligraphy. Was it the fireplace he was staring at? Bozi rubbed his eyes as he started to cough again, dry with a smoky aftertaste. Did they leave food on the stove? How long was he asleep? When did he fall asleep?