The leaves were rustling from the early autumn breeze, Morthwyl heard them in his sleep but only turned around in an effort to find a more comfortable position to sleep. He had found work as a guard for a farmhouse, the one that was furthest from the town and nearest to Chetwood, where the Blackwolds and other brigands lurk. He got the job easily by his looks, being tall and strong with a big sword on his back. Now he was sleeping some feet far from the house, under a tree behind a bush, should anyone come he would surprise them, by coming from behind, rather than from the house as one would expect from the guard. If only he could remember... He'd know that what he was doing was what he used to be, a sellsword, that's how Fiontann started...
Now he was sleeping, almost careless, his only care was to make sure that no one would approach and steal anything, he'd guard it with everything he had, that's how he made his living, the coins he got were enough for a day's ale and food, maybe for some repairs for his armour too every once in a while. He only needed a dry spot to sleep on, and he used the river or lake to wash himself. A stronger wind blew, he felt and heard it on his ear, it was cold and made sound in the forest as the torrent shook everything and brought some visions to him.
He stood in the middle of a forest, sword in hand, its blade was all bloody and his vision was blurry, though he felt presence around him, his head started to ache and he fell on his knees closing his eyes. His ears started to ring and when he opened his eyes he could see faceless bodies all around him and smoke rising from far away. He looked down and his blade was even bloodier, now his hands were too and he heard some moans of pain around him. He looked around to see more bodies, one of which wore a crimson cloak, faceless, with one hand cut off. Fion lowered his head for a second before looking up again and his head started to ache, more now, even more...
Some steps from somewhere in the forest woke him up with a terrible headache, he remained where he was and saw two brigands moving quietly towards the farmhouse. He got up and walked behind them, they saw him just before the end... Seeing the bodies, the owner of the farm gave him a little more coins for that, now he could save some or have more ale...
