These flashbacks had been catching him off guard ever since he woke up, like the onset of a seizure, and he had to adjust his bearings each time to compensate. He reminded himself that it wasn’t real as soon as he realised, but then had to figure out when he’d returned to reality as it ended.

He still felt the fear though, he was still consumed by the sense of terror and dread. Even knowing it was a hallucination.

Looking down at his clothes he can see that they are dripping with sweat. His laces are undone, swinging around his ankles and threatening to trip at any moment and his sword is strapped to his back. But he doesn’t notice any of these details, his mind too distracted by the now very real feeling of pain coursing through his