„Weak minds bend. Strong ones don`t . But those who think they are break like glass"
Damon couldn`t really hear the gods commands
He technically was awake.
But just technically.
His mind was absent.
Eyes starring into the pit of blood and limbs in front of him.
Was that the great beginning of his journey?
His eyes looked at the driver
BOY
Was that only the start??
His eyes looked at the horses
BOY!
What if there will be more of this….. madness???
His eyes looked at the smoking bodies
BOY!!
And what if there is something worse. What if..????
His eyes looked at the headless swordsman
BOY!!!
WHAT IF ….. WHAT IF I HAVE TO….
His eyes looked at the dead mage
BOY!!!!
WHAT IF I WILL HAVE TO…..
His eyes looked at the thieves
..
BOY!!!!!
DO IT MYSELF….
He started to look down at his hands.
..
BOY!!!!!!
Damon finally snapped out of the trance.
The gods voice was louder than ever.
BOY echoed in his skull.
Words of a giant in his head were stronger then his own.
BOY WAKE UP
BOY GET BACK
Was it bad? Worse then the thing he was asking himself?
Not really.
~im…. Fine~ even thinking was stuttered. ~im going to go throw up~
-NOT YET. LET THEM LEAVE. THEN YOU DO YOU. –
Oh yea. Thieves are still here.
Alive and searching.
They went to the carriage wreck to look through it.
Everything was thrown out. Food. Some clothes. Unknown boxes.
One thing was taken only.
A long black box. Something to carry a guitar.
Both thieves picked it up and left.
that's all
now the only person ( alive) left was Damon.
He waited.
Thieves turned around to check for any follows
Damon waited.
Bandits were still visible.
Birds singing next to his head.
He waited
And waited.
Two figures were finally gone over the horizon.
No one in sight. Perfect.
Damon turned around.
And vomited everything he had.