Day #1
His whole body was aching and he could not move at all, no limb, no fingers or toes, not even his neck to turn it left or or right. He was aware of his state, he was sleeping, very lightly, but he was sleeping, despite the fact that if he did he’d wake up fully, Fiontann tried to open his eyes, but he couldn’t.
Day #3
Pain everywhere and thirst, his eyes were closed, he could feel that he was inside something that was swinging left and right but couldn’t hear anything. The movement brought sleep and with that the pain went away.
Day #7
The feeling of movement was there. He opened his eyes suddenly due to the sharp pain on his left side, but saw nothing instictively he tried to move his left hand there but he couldn’t move again, he was lying on his back. His eyes closed again but the pupils moved showing his consciousness. And he was thirsty… So thirsty… To his relief he felt a hand holding his head up and then something reached for his lips and the soothing taste of water came to his mouth. Fiontann drank some, as much as he could. Sweet sleep relieved his pain again.
Day #......
The feeling of movement was always there, by the way that he was moving and the faint sounds in the distance in perfect timing he calculated that he must have been in a cart. He still couldn’t move his body but now he could turn his head left and right. He opened his eyes but tiredness took the better of him and he closed them again and slept, dreaming the pain away.
Day #......
Voices woke him up, there was no movement now, a young woman was over him when he opened his eyes and behind her someone else, a man, old, older than her and him. His eyes closed again, being unable to keep them open, he heard them talking in a tongue that he couldn’t understand. He tried to pick up anything but it was impossible and he slept again…
Day #23 (?)
His eyes opened and now he could hear hooves in the distance coming from somewhere past his head. He looked around and lifted his left hand but after six or seven inches it dropped to his side. A young boy looked at him and then turned away to say something that Fiontann couldn’t hear. The young woman came again, holding a mug of water, he drank and slept.
Day #......
The pain was always there and now he could move his neck a little more and tried to keep his head up, he opened his eyes as he did that and a sharp stinging came to his right eye making him fall down again. He brought his hand up and slept.
Day #......
The wet edge of the tankard at his lips woke him up to see the young boy giving him water, he drank and smiled thankfully, the pain kicked in but the constant movement of the cart made him sleep, sparing him from the pain.
Day #41 (?)
The cart wasn’t moving, Fion opened his eyes look around, he was on a makeshift bed, there were one or two barrels and three crates on it too, left and right of the opening. He could hear the people talk, he tried to pick up some words but he couldn’t. He sighed with pain as he turned his head to the right to sleep when he heard a word that he recognised among the ones he didn’t know. Bree…
Day #......
From inside the cart he could see the light giving way to the night slowly and suddenly at last he heard some voices speaking in the tongue that he knows. He heard a broken common reply and soon the cart started moving/ Once more he slept…
Day #......
He was in a bed, a real bed, not moving anymore, he started moving his hands on his body to spot any injuries and he felt bandages almost everywhere, his left hand soon got tired and he kept it down. A strange darkness was coming from his right eye and his right hand came to reach it, he was wearing an eye-patch and his beard was long. How long was he sleeping for? And now sleep came again...
