Jayce awoke slowly, mentally feeling his way through a fog of pain and confusion. Every sense seemed to be tuned to the maximum so light was fiercely bright, sounds cruelly loud and scents practically too pungent to bear. He opened his eyes, only to slam them shut again as the brightness assaulted his brain. However, he saw enough in the single blink to feel sure he had never been in this place before.
Memory was hazy. He could picture the reservation and his kin there, kids he had played and gone to school with. Then he could recall enlisting, basic training and entry into the officer corps.
Was that it? Shouldn’t there be more to his life?
Battles. Yes, he had been involved in battles, not just one, many. The last one, though, continued to elude him. Clearly he had been badly wounded,
