Morwath - Sarnim Stone

Morwath is looking up into the clear blue eyes of an wizened old man , whose face is heavily care worn, marked with the deep furrows of one who has lived too long and seen too much. The eyes that used to shine with life now appear humourless, dull and watery. Morwath appears to be looking through hammered glass as the image is blurred at the edges. Pushing aside a long strand of pure white hair that has strayed across his face, the man’s skin becomes taught, ironing out some of the wrinkles at the edges of his eyes. These are replaced by deep grooves across his brow as it seems to take a Herculean effort to raise his thick silver eyebrows. His eyes become wild like a bovine monster about to be slaughtered. His head tilts up and to the right but those maddened eyes never leave Morwath. Fear strikes into Morwath’s heart as suddenly it becomes clear - this is the end. In a blur, from Morwath’s left a skull appears, stuck on a short, stout staff it moves rapidly upwards. The old man calls out incomprehensibly, his face turns fully towards Morwath and the skull-tipped staff is brought down rapidly. A sharp, loud crack echoes repeatedly in Morwath’s head while flashes and streaks of multihued light dance and twist in front of his eyes; then darkness…