Icarus's blog: "Augurs, Martyrs, and Agnostics"

Davretor felt something wet against his fingertips...
Too thick to be water. Something had switched off the time.
Long gaps in his memory and sense were missing.
The fading sense of right and wrong.
And gleeful, precise punctures
He kept grasping for the screams, like the first clear recollection of a dream.

"Captain?"
Again... that foggy word. A clean hand came lunging towards his face, and with a sputtering fearful bellow, he flew backwards scrambling for his blade
"Whoa whoa! Sir! Sir!" a huddle of muddy faces and pressing hands were swarming over him
"calm down sir! You're safe! Its over!"
"I've seen this- some times you can't just turn it off"
Davretor continued to flail. Where was his blade? Where was the light?
Everything.... everything was beginning to get dark, something was clawing at the back of his mind.
A warm, and pleasant darkness... familiar and whole.

Davretor felt something wet against his fingertips...
Too thick to be water. Something had switched off the time...

But this time, the broken bodies, the familiar twisted faces, parts and spatter...
His boots slick in the red stained muck, it was coming back to him this time...
who saw?
Who knew?
He was still fuzzy, everything felt far out of reach, his hand wouldn't release his sword, his head wouldn't stop spinning.
How many?
At least a dozen.
What had set it off? A washrag... just a clean rag to mop off the blood of deserters flecked on his face, rubbed around like some macabre trophy mask.
Was he a big enough bloody mess to convince his employers that he had been the lone survivor of a surprise attack?
... not that they could stop him if they didn't believe him.

Things kept skipping, senses kept slipping... there was a name...
something before this one. Why was it so damn important that he remembered?
It started to hurt. First a spidering ache in his spine, then burning, pulsing explosions in his head. The closer he got to it, the more unbearable it became.
Such a strange, foreign thing
like a murderous whisper of a shadow...
Enkechel
that name...
there went the light, here comes the pain.