King Elk Forest burn it up

aw, but maybe @Nova/@Uka?

Flashes of colour on the black and white backdrop. Images, faces, memories. Swiftcurrent Creek....mum....blood...Scimitar...Bazi. Relonikiv crying, cold darkness, stone heart..
Trajan wakes up with a start, mismatched eyes burning bright in the darkness. His muscles are tense and coiled beneath his fur and as the Roman stands up and shakes himself, trying to get the stiffness out, he feels a fear enter his heart. It had happened long ago, too long, but here he was, still getting nightmares about it. Perhaps, the soldier reasoned, it was because he had returned to the land where it all happened, where it began.
The gods are playing with me, he thinks grimly and stalks forward. It would be impossible to sleep now, he might as well go on a little border patrol to clear his mind.