He wakes to the sound of his heartbeat drumming in his ears.

No. Not a heartbeat.
Hooves.

Stand up. Fight.
Digging within, digging beyond his failing strength to summon the will to move. He is Al Sahm Al Akhdar and he will not die on his knees. He will meet any threat on his feet.

A snarl has him pushing up, but he gets no further than that.

The vision whites out everything else, his pain, his fury, even his desire for revenge. Sara. Shining in white, her hair cascading around her like a halo of gold. Sara. It's her and she remembers his name.

For the first time in five years, Oliver Queen smiles before he collapses back to the wet sand.

She found him.