The buckler rushed at my head, and I knew it would hit. I tried to dodge the blow, but a sharp pain preceded an overwhelming blackness. When I awoke, I found that I had been abandoned with the slain. Sick to my stomach, I fought my way onto my feet only to stand amid a field of the dead. I half thought I must myself be dead then; it sure seemed like Hell. I stumbled through the corpses under a waning sun and bloody sky as the slow, oncoming night settled over a darkening world. My soul still wanders there.
Wandering Soul
Tale Told 