Keka Hiau

Keka and River

Keka River

I gotta get out of here, that’s what I now ran head, so I forced to move his left knee, but I had the most focus and when he finally moved, I took the liberty to raise my head and look ahead.

My tired eyes managed to catch a glimpse of movement in front of me, but my thoughts were faster knew it was too late. And when the ax is biting into my throat was exposed, I realized that I feel nothing. I knew it was over and I was released without shame and with a smile she closed her eyes.

But then I felt the axe going through my throat and on, and I was screaming swung over a handle, but my hands just flapperd air above me, and I was horrified sitting on the bed with a puzzled look around the darkened room. In panic, I palpated, although sweaty but unharmed neck.

Keka and my Friends

Keka Friends

I am trying to control her sobs, trying to think as clearly as possible, but my thoughts keep returning to the memory. I fought and killed, and now I lie here in the mud. Was I slaughtered or hurt? I feel no excruciating pain, burning just exhausted muscles and enormous fatigue that held me in place.

I have to move, but then what? What if I lose my enemies and kill me when they see that I’m alive? Who won this battle?

Maybe it would be better if I stayed lying there, but I decided that I will not continue the lie and do possum. Slowly, trying his heavy legs to move underneath the body, but all I dressed in armor and get twice as big feet beneath the armor that protects my chest and abdomen, is harder and more strenuous than I thought and it took twice as long before I He expected.

Keka in Forrest

Keka Forrest

I’m trying to move my hands, but something heavy I hold them in place, and if I try to clench his fists, it’s only with the right hand. In his left hand he clutched clutching something.

When I try to turn my head it goes hard, but I am determined to move at any price.

Finally … I wonder if I can see it in his left hand and clutching her what I feel and how my body spread consternation. I stare at his arm, as if it belonged to a stranger, on his arm hidden in the armor, which is coated with blood and filth of that makes me sick. If I could I cried, but I was barely dry throat permits issued faint moan.

Now I have to remember, I think, looking at the bloody sword so tightly clutching and I can feel my eyes filled with tears. What I did?

Flash of my thoughts flashes before my eyes and detained tears I can not stop. I see only the battle, blood and death, which I sowed alone. All around the mutilated bodies that I wove running feet, the constant suspicion that among the corpses of enemies are lurking with intent to kill me in a moment of inattention … I remembered the anger, the fear, the pain …

Keka grabbed My dream …

Keka Dreams

I fall asleep in the silence of the empty room and the only thing it interrupts the ticking clock on the wall. I try not to think about anything and after a while I feel the slowly sinking into unconsciousness.

When I open my eyes again, I have a hazy look and disorientation. My head flies issues such as missiles. Where am I? Why am I here? And who am I?

After a while winking I get a clear view, but still can not see anything because my face was subdued in the mud. Gradually beginning to realize the pain throughout the body and sudden fatigue that pushes my face deeper into the mud. Slowly I breathe in through the nose, but now I regret it begins with me queasy. That smell … It’s just mud and blood … but a lot of blood.