Hoshor Plains out of the ground i rise to grace

the light was blinding.
he felt as if he'd been gone for a hundred years and yet no time at all. something warm and metallic dribbled down his cheek, and he'd never felt such an agonizing thrum; his skull felt as if it may burst.
there are pairs of legs in front of him, and there are voices, though he cannot discern any of them beyond the awful ringing in his ear — one ear. why can he only hear through one side? panicking, heart thudding; peregrine decides then that he must have died and gone straight to hell.