| Awakening |
[07 Nov 2004|05:07pm] |
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To die with honor, to die defending the lives of the people that he loved. The sounds of battle echoed in his mind, the harsh clang of swords, the whistling of arrows flying through the air, the cries of men falling to the ground and then silenced forever. But amid all of that chaos...there was a softness that began to filter through. The tender light of the sun entering through the windows of his home. A gentle smile and caress from a familiar woman. The joyous laughter of a young man...Bergil...'my son'.
Brown eyes fluttered open and he found himself gasping for air as if he were a newborne babe. His senses were assulted by the scent of the fresh wind, the wet dirt, the smell of jasmine. The sight of a lush green garden confronted his eyes. An ethral music was barely heard as it wove itself softly through the air.
'Is this death?'
Moments passed by...but he lay there, staring into the bright blue sky. Not too long ago, I was surrounded by blackness...by muted silence...by unfeeling.
The scene of a battlefield flashed across his mind and he could almost smell the stench of blood, the grime on his body, the smoke in the air. Then the flash of red-stained steel and...
He let out a gasp and flew up, his chest heaving.
"I do not remember such a place as this...I do not remember...who am I?"
His voice echoed in the garden, and he was started as a voice answered back, "Do you not remember brave soldier? You are Beregond."
'I am Beregond.'
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