Mercenary in the Wild

Day 10. A moment of rest

Cum de am ajuns aici? (How did I get here?) The question came to Dynamo's mind as he groaned tiredly, placing his right hand on his head. He inhaled and exhaled deeply through his lips, his chest rising and falling steadily as his swimmer lungs were filled to their fullest and then emptied. His head was aching, his scar was stinging, and his whole body was hurting still as he attempted to piece together what had happened.

It was all a haze and he was running on instincts more than consciousness. Trying to think about what had occurred and piecing it back together was proving a challenge. He remembered the roars of The DOOM Slayer, but they sounded so removed from what he was doing like his body was not his own...

Slashing... demons? No, they weren't demons... They were... Oh, God above, what were they!? What was he doing!? Why!? The voice...! The haunting cackles in his mind...! The urge to obey and listen to the voices...! A chest... they urged him to find a chest... and it held... What was in the chest!? He'd gotten whatever it was and it was in his backpack... His brother-in-arms was there as well... or came there, better said... He fought him...! God forgive him, he battled his brother...!

Thankfully, his brother stopped him... that was when matters became more coherent...

Carried... Carried on Epona's back, that he was able to remember, even if he was at the edge of consciousness. Link was steering her, they had gone fast through Necluda and reached Hateno. Though they didn't go through the town, probably because The Wild Hero wanted to keep a low profile, especially with what The Final Knight had been forced and manipulated into. Then he was carried on The Champion Knight's back before being placed on his bed in his house.

Cât timp am fost aici...? (How long have I been here?) Dynamo let his head fall back against the pillow and his right hand at his side. His eyes flickered open and he looked around. There was a nightstand next to him, with a blossoming silent princess flower. Light was peering through the window on the left side though there seemed to be clouds outside. His backpack was leaning on the drawer against the same wall and some framed pictures were on it too, though they were facing away from him.

Looking down at himself, the demonic mutant noticed that he was cleaned up for the most part and that his boots were off. He lifted his right gloved hand and looked at it, gritting his teeth as the Maddened Savagery urges and the Eden's impact were still there...