Magic night
You stir as a gentle wind lifts the ends of your hair and brushes
across your face. You rise from the ground smoothing the silky
material of your tunic and brushing the long strands of golden hair
behind your ears. Something tugs at your memory, flashes of pain and
blood. You see images of yourself hair cut ragged and short, lip
bloodied and adorned in peasent clothing. You try to hold them, pull
them out for examination but a movment catches your eye and scatters
your thoughts.
The world seems to spin beneath you, wild colors and patterns swirling
and bringing back the ache in your head. You fight against the wave
of darkness that threatens to engulf your senses but it is no use, you
never even feel your body hit the ground.
