The drips of water from a jungle leaf kept falling down onto his helmet, each time ringing out as if they were one of the mortars ringing down, BAM, BAM, BAM. His eyes locked onto the bridge ahead of him as he kept guard of any incoming forces.
He couldent sleep, if it was the excitement of war in Zul dazar, or the nightmare of seeing that little boys corpse infront of him. The night was dark and humid with the local critters protesting in the night.
His eyes drifted from shadow to shadow as he held watch over the hostile territory. A few times drifting a glare onto the shiny and golden Lightforged troops.
He looked away over the bridge as he stroked his rifle, his eyes slowly closing as he battle to keep them open, he dont want to sleep, he just cant right now. he rubs his crooked nose abit, as he throws his eyes onto the troll pyramid with the seventh legion struggling to fight their way up on. A jealouse grin curve his lips abit, before he sighs.
A pleasent idea of being in the midst of that fighting falls over him, as he slowly looses his fight with his eyes as they shut close and his mind slowly wanders off to dreams. His breath grows slow as he mumbles.
The sight of the Village of vines returns to him, the repeating scream and gun shot he heard from a distance, as he moves up the hill, only to be met by the image he´d expected, but something more vile than he´d wish for. A dead child, he couldent have been more than ten that little troll boy, stabbed and blood rushing from its chest.
The eyes of the child suddently opens as he grip out after Modian, pulling him close as it screams at him, shouting in an unknown tongue, as Modian struggle to fight him off, drawing his combat knife and ramming it into its skull.
Modian raised his head in shock, his eyes open and await, as he looked around, a dream, but something that haunted his thought nonetheless. He threw a glare down at the lightforged zealots once more, as he thought to himself. _“How can you be the lights chosen, when you get children killed? you´re no more than glorified Scarlet harletts.”
He sighed as he rub his temple, returning his stare out over the bridge, glaring down the incoming sun, as he sighed. It´d be a hard day to day, the horde would be coming.