Morne knew immediately that this was not what he thought it was. Those nightmares were all too vivid, while this was little more than shadows and shapes.
So what, then, was it?
A string of words in a foreign language caught his attention, and he turned to a particular shadow, armed with a spear and facing down a group of armed and armored silhouettes.
The spear wielder shouted angrily at these people, but their only response was a sneer before they attacked.
A struggle ensued, with the spear user doing better than Morne thought he would. He took out at least five of the attackers before they slew him, taking him unawares with a sword to the back.
And how was he rewarded for his hard work?
With spit on his corpse and a kick into a nearby fire.
'What's the point of this?' Morne wondered. To show him the horrors of the world? He had gone through worse less than a month ago, in the temple's trial of stars. Compared to that, this was nothing.
