They came at him in number, swords drawn and ready. It didn't bother him one bit, Eternion's mind was in another place, a place he hadn't seen since...
since...
- - -
'Almia,' Eternion whispered wearily. 'Wh... where am I?'
She placed a finger upon his lips. 'Shh, don't talk. You just regained consciousness... the last thing I need is for you to go out again. You're one hell of a corpse to carry, you know.'
He looked around the dimly lit room, candles flickering as a breeze passed through a window to his right. He lay upon a bed hardly fit for a poor man, and all around him was old refuse and broken furniture.
'Is this a dream?'
'No. Though I wish it were.'
He looked up at Almia as she stood by the bedside. 'The beserkers rage,' she said bluntly.
He froze, a shiver coming down his spine. 'What have I done?'
She stood there silent for a moment, then she turned for the window. She rested her arms upon it, taking in the breeze. She had taken off her armor, and from what he could see... there were several scars upon he back. 'What do you remember?' She asked, seeming to dodge his own question with hesitation.
'I... I don't know.' He tried to think, his mind awash like a whirlpool of thoughts.
'Great,' Almia groaned. 'Try a little harder.'
He could remember that there was a fight. Orcs had taken Almia prisoner as they attempted to drive off their encampment in an old pass. He, and a few others... yes, he could remember there were others... they sneaked around to where they were supposed to be holding her. But it was to late...
They had tied her to a large iron cross in the center of the encampment. The orc shaman stood behind her, holding a large iron rod, its tip red with heat. Then he had witnessed the shaman bring the rod upon Almia's back without mercy.
She had screamed in agony... and the last thing he remember is his own roar as he charged into the gathered crowd.
'And here we are,' she said. 'I had to carry you to this abandoned cabin... and heal you, and myself.' she looked around at her own back.
She walked up to Eternion as he tried to rise from the bed. 'Some adventure this turned out to be.'
He rubbed his eyes. 'Wait, where are the others?'
'Dead,' she said bluntly.
Eternion went cold, his heart felt like it had just dropped out his chest. 'Crimson? Keldia? Ophillias?'
'Dead!' She shouted. 'Everyone's dead! Because of you!'
She quickly backed away, turning as tears filled her eyes. 'I'm... I'm sorry,' she said.
Eternion didn't know what to say, he didn't want to say anything... how could he?
'Your "gift" has cost us, Eternion... now here we are.' She raised her hands into the air. 'What do we do now?'
He lay back down, breathing slowly. 'It's over.'
She merely looked at him, staring.
'It's time to call it quits. Our days of glory are over.' He stood up, shaky on his feet, but able to stand at the very least. 'Let us pay our respects... for the sake of the others.'
Then he took a deep breath, and put a hand upon Almias shoulder. 'Then, it's over.'
- - -
Eternion began to calm down and make sense of the situation. He was amongst several guards... even in a rage, he wouldn't have stood a chance, but he could see that the child had been taken by Vespion. If anything, he had drawn them away... which was good enough. Then he noticed that Vespion had something else. A bag of flash powder.
He quickly turned his good eye away.