I feel coolness upon my skin. The fires have died down, or gone out, or I have come out of it. The fresh air plays upon my face, and I realize how stifled the smoke had made me. The coolness of the air allows the burning to feel worse and that burning on my skin, the pain, is what tells me I'm alive.

Though my mind settles a bit, I hear the cries of people around me. I can sense running and hear battle cries and screams. I can smell blood and the stench of orcs, and I can taste smoke in the air.

Soon, I feel myself being laid on a soft bed and I sleep. But my fever burns on, and my skin burns on, under the shiny burns of fire. I sleep fitfully. At one point I remember my eyelids fluttering and I see a strange man bent over me. He must be a healer, but he doesn't help the burns, the fever.

My mind turns inwards and the visions change, faster than sound. White, red, blue, pink, orange, green, yellow, black. They change so fast I can hardly see the colors.

BANG! I hear the door swing open and I am shaken out of my horrific rainbow of dreams. My eyes are closed but my other senses are doubled. A man has entered. I can see his shape against my eyelids. He is tall, slim, and lordly. He comes to my side and I hear him speaking, then arguing with the healer. Then he leaves my room, and I drift off.

My mind is jolted awake and I realize how alive my brain feels. Since I became ill, my senses and sight have been clouded and groggy. Now sharpened, I recognize the Man at my side. A lovely scent fills my nostrils and I feel my hot but chilled body relax. Kingsfoil is the last thought that drifts into my head as I fall into my first restful sleep.