he was ready for what was to come.
Sebastian woke up from his sleep, another nightmare, they occurred all the time and they were all so painful. He sat up and listened, there was no sound of drums, no that was just his dream thank God, the drums always dictated things, and they were never normally good things, death normally, the faster the rhythm the more the deaths, sometimes he could here that if he was walking, only sometimes but it haunted him, he hated the noise, people were always dying, he didnd been away from the violence too long, his body itched to feel the pain again, to taste blood on his lips, he longed it, it had been so long! Too long, far too long.
The snow fell down, he walked on and on, he was frozen still but kept walking, he had to walk, walk away from the memories away from everything, het remember the person he had once cared most about, he couldnt remember his face, the war changed people, het planning on going back.