Torak fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. He was about to give up. In some ways, he already had. After who knows how many hours, he woke up, and his wound was still gradually weeping blood.
He rose to his feet, and stumbled at first. Most of his equipment was stolen, but he still had the crummy short sword they used in the duel he lost earlier. He used it almost as a cane as he rose. He began to walk, forcing himself to do so, but he got less than half of one mile before stumbling, collapsing into the snow.
He slept, again, but this it was not dreamless at all. The instant his face hit the snow, he felt like he was floating, just a few inches over the ground, and when he opened his eyes a gaggle of robed children with eyes crowded around him, hoisted him onto a makeshift gurney, and began carrying him away. He was in and out of consciousness, part dream and part life, and he was having trouble determining which was which. He saw ravens and yetis speaking to him, but he didn't understand the language. He knew it was important, but he didn't know its real meaning, and it was maddening. Then the dream shifted further yet from reality. He saw giant trees and sunlight, which he never saw before. He saw dry sand. He comprehended none of it. He began to hear voices, innumerable ones, thousands, millions, a cacophany in the background, and it made him nauseaous and panicked.
Then, as a gust of wind chilled Torak to his bones, Torak opened his eyes again. It wasn't a gaggle of children. It was a grizzled old man and only one child, and neither of them had robes. They weren't speaking, just dragging him on that gurney. But then he fell back into unconsciousness. The dream became so incoherent that it defies words. It could not be written here.
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He rose to his feet, and stumbled at first. Most of his equipment was stolen, but he still had the crummy short sword they used in the duel he lost earlier. He used it almost as a cane as he rose. He began to walk, forcing himself to do so, but he got less than half of one mile before stumbling, collapsing into the snow.
He slept, again, but this it was not dreamless at all. The instant his face hit the snow, he felt like he was floating, just a few inches over the ground, and when he opened his eyes a gaggle of robed children with eyes crowded around him, hoisted him onto a makeshift gurney, and began carrying him away. He was in and out of consciousness, part dream and part life, and he was having trouble determining which was which. He saw ravens and yetis speaking to him, but he didn't understand the language. He knew it was important, but he didn't know its real meaning, and it was maddening. Then the dream shifted further yet from reality. He saw giant trees and sunlight, which he never saw before. He saw dry sand. He comprehended none of it. He began to hear voices, innumerable ones, thousands, millions, a cacophany in the background, and it made him nauseaous and panicked.
Then, as a gust of wind chilled Torak to his bones, Torak opened his eyes again. It wasn't a gaggle of children. It was a grizzled old man and only one child, and neither of them had robes. They weren't speaking, just dragging him on that gurney. But then he fell back into unconsciousness. The dream became so incoherent that it defies words. It could not be written here.
@ExtraBendyCactus @echo @p @ChristopherBRobin @Prodigal @night @admin @xenodemon @phnt @whiteline @mar77i @Tfmonkey @sun @lich @NEETzsche @N33R @Eiregoat
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