Shaman

Blue smoke surrounding me like a thick mist. Its so dense that I cant see my feet. I try to find the way through this strange cloud but the blue smoke appears to be endless. In the distant I can hear screams of men and women. Pain and agony. I wish not to go there but my legs have a mind of their own. As I walk nearer the screams become unbearable to listen to. The blue smoke vanishes slowly and the screams stop. Silence. The blue smoke unveils a sight of terror. I am standing in a pool of blood. Blood that is flowing out of countless bodies that lie dead on the ground.

Sunlight hit my face, a new day. I let my eyes adjust and stood up, but hit my head to the metal bars of the cage. I heard chuckling from the other cage. Peering to the ground I saw left overs of a Dunlending meal thrown at my feet. Without hesitation I ate and drank it all. A wagon came towards the village with long and broad tree logs. The logs were brought towards the pit.

Kuzgun walked towards to the house which stands over the green hill, with dancing steps moving rhythmical with the music she could still hearing in her ears. Or maybe it was her heart singing with joy.