Eshaan tried to stand, but knelt and vomited.
His mind had become a runner, first it crawled then it walked now it ran.
He looked up at a tree and ancient script ran across his vision,
he didn't know the words they said.
He vomited again.. he turned his hands palm up and looked at them,
for some reason examining his hands..
He walked down and down the trail away from the fort.
The stone had placed an ancient compass in his mind,
and without words it guided his legs as he trekked over no path,
no direction, that he had walked before.
To water, then from water to shelter,
to a fruit tree from the fruit tree to a village of bleating chickens and staring faces,
then over a hill,
and finally to a cave where he slept.
When he woke, from a disturbed sleep full of ancient script and strange faces.
His mind led him to a fresh spring fed river nearby and he cleaned his face and clothes and
sat in the cool water eating the fruit he had gathered the day before.