Post by Logan Hawk on Apr 27, 2009 18:47:44 GMT -5
Logan lay asleep on his bed in the within the Castle. After the attack that night he had went to the room he shared with Alex and bathed. He left his bloodied clothes laying in a bucket of water to soak so the blood would not stain then. Though he would probably never get the smell out of them. Exhaustion had finally overtaken him as he slumbered. The voices had quieted down at least for the moment. As he lay there dreams started to enter his mind, dreams of the battle only hours before. He saw it like he was reliving the battle. Orcs died by the score as the mighty defenders of the Realms pushed back the invasion. Defenders died by the dozens but at least they had died a heroes death. Then it happened, the nightmares started to come. Logan lept down in front of Ryan as the demon had been frozen by the spell of an Orc mage. His sword hummed in his hands as he stabbed and slashed. Valiantly defending the helpless man. Then something started to happen that had not happened in the battle. The souls of the felled Orcs started to rise around him. The ones he had killed, the one's he heard now screaming in his head. One by one their souls were sucked into the sword and by extension into his body. It was endless, he felt his very soul being corrupted by the monsters. For many minutes it continued until he awoke with a start in his bed. Sweat covered his body and he had thrown the covers off as he had violently sat up screaming. "NO, NO GET AWAY!" As slow realization came to him that he was no longer by the front gates but that he had been asleep he shuddered. It was so real, so vivid.