Feet pounding across the fields, horses galloping off in the distance.
The bite of steel against steel and screams filling the air.
Broken memories danced in his mind.
The sound of a smash with a smell of wet dirt and roses filling the air, then a light stream of moonlight in his eyes.
Tobie's eyes widened as he heard the smash repeat, even after his awakening and the smell of wet dirt and roses remained. He looked to his windowsill with a sleepy, fuzzy blindness and realized his flowerpot had fallen from it's perch which scattered roses and dirt across his rug. A loud sound of thunder and lighting roared outside, sending the man sprawling out of his bed and half way across the room with a small shout.
His hand weakly grasped at his sheathe which rested by the door, lifting himself upon it and going to move out of the room. The hallway was dark and quiet, but still the screams echoed in his head and the steel scraped upon steel. He stumbled quietly down the hallway, resting a hand upon the wall as he looked out of the window to see the rain pounding upon it.
His bloodshot eyes fell upon the cobbles which usually lay rough, coarse and dry. The rain had changed their nature, his mind ran through the strange difference and he made his way down the stairs with a tight grasp upon the banister. Throwing open the door, he stumbled into the open air and looked up into the sky with the rain hitting off of his lightly scarred face.
The rain drowned out the sounds in his mind like static on a television, his voice broke as he murmured silently "Finally, silence." His eyes fell to the cobbles which shimmered in the silver light of the moon "There's so much beauty in the rain."
It took him a while to gain his bearings, moving back into the house and falling with a loud thud in the hallway before he could reach his room. Perhaps he would get some sleep after all, though it wouldn't be long before his day was to begin.
