I woke up in a cold sweat.

Dreams like fogs and whispers fucked with my head in my sleep. If I thought  back hard enough to the recesses of my head. The places I didn't want to go i would know what the shadows would contain.

I was a good warrior blessed with earth power. Picked up while young. Trained in the ways of a knight. I protected the lord and his lands for many moons.

Then one ominous day a monster horde struck.

I actually made it almost unscathed through out the whole thing. Weirdly enough I was tended to a wounded comrade  when what I was told was a near dead monster struck me through the back avoiding my major intestine but brushing my spine. I was never the same after that.

I was never treated the same after that.

From the favorite of my lord to a nobody beggar.

I never seen the creature that struck me down

Only my friend did who died under me 

The last thing I seen before I lost consciousness.

A fucked fate right? 

Oh no the shite gets more fucked then that. I wasnt knowing that mind you!

Begging in the streets wasnt bad. I could half walk.

Couldn't use a sword anymore 'cuz the arm would spasm if I rose it to high or overextended it.

Pain that completely shut me down.

I smoked a lot of sweet of leaf to ease my pain.

On another note it wasnt bad being homeless.

Even if my lord was ungrateful. His people wasn't.

To them I was a warhero just down on his luck.

I wasnt strung out on dope and I was still as honest as before I washed dishes on the weekend to stay at my favorite pub and get showers. The bitch at the bar used to catch my nuts...years ago and still had a sweet spot for me.

I often watch the fruit stall while the vendor went to whore and trick. I kept him afloat and his wife unaware. Saving his ass more times than I could count. He kept me with a few coins and food.

I even smartly gambled sometimes all in the hopes of one day being able to stack enough upwards. To finally afford a magical surgery. Potions and magickal spells existed that could do the job but the prices were outlandish and oft times exuberant.

Actually outlandish was spot on.

I lived in a small dukedum spread far out from the kingdom that it paid liege to.

Which my ex-lord and his family loved;

The tax man hardly came around let along a true royal edict. Leaving them to do as they wished.

So powerful spellcasters and healers unless homegrown were not much attracted to these parts. But you know the know ye old saying:

Money talking.

The problem is I couldn't dream of that much to speak those kind of people.

That all changed and that little bit of change went to waste.

One night I got drunk and smoked my self stupid.

When I woke up..it was to a nightmare. I mean for real.

I was wisked away to a terrible place. I knew not where

Apparently this dude like to experiment on all kinds of shit. He was godlike and dark as fuck.

Picture a shadow robed in crimson.

hands gloved in white scribbled with Arcania stain in blood you realize is yours. All the while The eyes that stare back at your look at little surprised either that your still alive or that  your awake. You can't tell. But soon grow disinterested.

As you stare into all including deep vortex like eyes

You realize it's like all the stars in the universe.

Then the pain kicks in like a mule.

Your hear mutters in a high pitched yet sweet sounding voice.

YES...THE WILL IS STRONG IN THE PIECE OF TRASH.

I WILL PLAY WITH IT AND IMPLEMENT SOME OF MY THOERY INTO THIS SACK OF SHIT. IF IT SURVIVES ILL THROW IT AWAY LIKE THE OTHERS. MAYBE MORE NICELY. 

IT SNORTS THEN LAUGH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

the shrill and pleasant sounds penitrate deep into my mind. You realize as the pains increase the he never once touched you. But it. That horrid thing is squirming inside you taking things and throwing them away. Replacing them with shit with you never asked for.

Then its over. And you just sit in darkness and stillness no thoughts. No hunger. No pain. Just suffering in silence untill time becomes stagnant and stale around you..then you get flushed like a toilet back into reality.

With a violent gasp you wake up on the streets like nothing ever happened. 

Maybe even a little drunk. 

You stumble blindly and mumble to yourself about how fucked up that was and promise yourself never to get shit faced like that again. Only sweetleaf your only sweet leaf. You spin and dance and that when shit dawns on you that you can walk perfectly fine again...and you got Hell of money on your person.

I'm my case I just cried like a baby in the middle of the road...I guess something I've done before so people just walked around me. 

I didnt know if it was because I could walk again or if it was just because all that shit really happen.