A Rude Awakening

Cawdell woke up with a scream, from his fitfull sleep. He had many nightmares and dark dreams during his sleep. He fought and died in one, fought and was victorious in another, but always against foes he could not focus on. They were shadows and shades and he couldn’t quite identify. The last one was the most disturbing. He was fighting with his best friend, his leige, King Buronar. But he could not get to him. Always a new enemy appeared as he was moving to his friend. He saw the king fall, as his friend’s opponent also fell. Only after he hit the ground, could he move to him. Too many others were around him though, trying to take care of him. But he saw his friend look to him and say something, but he could not understand him. They locked eyes and Cawdell felt remorse and guilt. The one time his friend truly needed him, he could not help him. Then his friend passed from this world.

Cawdell looked around and said aloud “Where is that wench?” “I’m the one that always leaves first in the morning”. He then realized it wasn’t morning, and after feeling the stubble on his face and smelling himself and his bedding, he thought it may very well not be the next day either. As he tried to get out of bed, he found that his body did not “work, correctly”. It was as if it were numb. “I’ve never been this ill after drinking” he said, and remembered that he had only had one drink. He had met Serene in the bar and she had given him, her drink. And then offered herself up to him just as quickly. “I think we set a record for getting to the room” he chuckled. Cawdell then realized he didn’t remember anything past laying on the bed. “I may forget the names, but I never forget the act”.

Again, he tried to move about the room and again his body would not follow orders. He looked to his money bag and belt and realized they were both missing. “ARGH, THE WENCH ROBBED ME!”, he yelled and immediately regretted it. His head throbbed with pain as if the whole of the Knights of the Black Rose were trampling it. He felt dizzy and fell back to the edge of the bed. As he did so, he noticed a shape move just to his right. Thinking it was the wench, he attempted to grab her. His hands caught nothing but as he looked up he looked right into the eyes of his best friend. He blinked away the groginess and saw the same look he saw in his dream. As he was able to focus, realized not only could he see his friend, he could see “through” him! As he jumped back, he hit his head on the bed post and felt darkness over take him. Just as it did, he heard the apparition,… his friend say, “WE HAVE MUCH TO DISCUSS”….

A Rude Awakening

The Nail Llew