Bright light floods my eyes and a deathly silence screams in my ears.
My heavy, warm breath stifles me inside my helmet and the smell of blood it caries entices a primeval urge deep within.
The familiar, worn bindings of my axe hilt tantalize the fingertips of my outstretched hand. Cool grass, wet with the morning's
dew, scarf the base of my neck. Memories of my youth cloud my thoughts, putting me at ease and yet aggravatingly tell me
not of my current fate.

As the blindness fades, a dark outline begins to appear. Instinct pulls my left arm off the ground and across my chest