Xior woke up with a head splitting migraine. His temples throbbed as though someone was driving nails into his skull.
The world around him was full of dull colors, the last thing he remembered before sleep was the warmth of the bonfire and the smell of food.
After so many days on the reckless and dangerous sea, he thought he would sleep peacefully. But when he fell asleep the previous night, he didn't rest, instead he bled.
The images of what he saw in sleep clung to his mind. He saw the world through another person's eyes, someone who was trembling in fear and their body drenched in their own blood.
They were running from an army of faceless shadows clad in armor with eyes that glowed red. Their footsteps reverberated in his mind.
"Xior, you look worse than the animals we gutted yesterday." Becca's voice cut through the replay of what he saw in his sleep.
