if you're lucky, when it's over, the dreamer's still alive (part IV)

(Roleplay entry. Continued from part III.)

At first, all he heard was the sound of waves. Hiro woke up in shallow water. Warm tides...vision blurred. His Napoleonic uniform was wet. His Sword weighed him down. He was exhausted. He let the sand and tides push him onto the shore. There was a ringing in his ears...

Then voices, overhead. He tried to lift his head and failed. The voices over him circled around.

"Egyptian? Philistine?"

"--have never seen a uniform like that..."

If it's a cat god...has to be Egyptian, we should kill it--"

"Are you sure we could? Bind him..."

"He could break the ropes..."

"BIND HIM..."

"What if there are others? We saw the fire and the crash..."

"Hurry...get him into the wagon...we need to get him to Gaza.."

Another voice. A woman. "No. Not Gaza. We need to go direct to Jerusalem."

"But...if he..."

"Nephillim, Atlantian and Hyksos prisoners need to be brought direct to court!"

"But...what if he wakes up?"

The woman sighed. "Then we're screwed. But maybe this can buy us time."

Hiro felt a sharp pain in his neck, like a lance, or a needle, and lost awareness...the last sensations were the tide, still lapping at his legs, and the pain...

(Continued in part V.)