Drevorin

What I believe to have been several weeks had passed. Within the pits, it is impossible to tell just how much time has been spent. I wake within the barracks to the sound of the first horn, I work the forges until the second, and then we are escorted to the feeding halls to eat what the overseers named slop. Each mouthful is like chewing a corpse, the taste and smell resembles as much. On numerous occasions I gagged and spat it back out only to receive a whipping for good measure.

As I awoke in the chamber to the sound of steel scraping upon stone, a memory that I thought had long since passed returned to me. I remembered waking to a similar sound fourteen years ago when I was a prisoner of war in Ithillian. The band of Easterlings that captured us were vicious and cruel, the cruellest of them all being Mordevin, a man who still to this day haunts my dreams. I remembered the day that he found me again many years later, seeking to use my past fear to his advantage.

It has taken me some time to remember the events of that evening. We had travelled a great distance, Sparrow was on the verge of collapsing and I could not blame her in the slightest, she had been through much in Enedwaith. We made camp beside a pool nestled between two hills. I denied Sparrow lighting a fire yet she slept soundly enough, I remember listening to her breath as she slept with the child wrapped within her arms. The night was quiet; the only other source of sound came from the pool which made my eyes grow heavy.

Rain pattered against the window providing the only source of sound that night. The house was dark, no fire was lit for it was late evening. A woman lay within her bed curled up fast asleep, shivering slightly due to the chill outside. Next to her sat a cot, it swayed slightly as the cold wind squeezed through the gaps on walls around the room. There was no child within it, for the child was still to be born, yet there it stood looking slightly eerie in the dark prepared for the arrival.

*Even more badly and half-arsedly written than the first page* Tonight I nearly did something I'd regret forevermore, I mean Flannery's a grand lass 'n all, the very picture of my Aela, just goes to show I've still got it in me, eh... still... I love Jenn more than anything in this world, I can't get away from that fact, yet I need to get out o' this stinking sewer, as it happens I can't bring myself to up and leave, but life drags on...

Drevorin was lost within a dream which at the time deceived his mind into thinking it was reality. He was standing upon a small hill bare-footed, twiddling his toes within the grass. It was summer so naturally his clothes were fit for the occasion. He felt a strong eastern breeze wash over him as he stared out into a field which held a small house sending smoke from its chimney. He blinked as he heard a voice cry his name, for in those days it was different. A pale raven-haired woman could be seen beckoning him to come to the house, he smiled.