Multiple authors story - write one paragraph each

[Rodion Romanovich]

Chapter 4

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One month has now passed since the battle in that forest. For several weeks I have been unable to stand up due to my wounds and the exhaustion from the week of starvation. The doctors told me it was lucky I hadn't eaten more, because Balimir's blade had penetrated deep into my side and had I eaten, the wound would have turned into a mess that not even a man with the favor of the Gods would have been able to survive. I have dreamt horrible dreams during these weeks. I have dreamt of endless steppes, howling wolves, and horrible two-headed creatures looking even more diabolic than the barbarians that had slewn my comrades so ruthlessly. I have also dreamt of vengeance, and restoration of my honor. I don't yet know if it was the tree trunk lifted by my hands that had killed Balimir, or if it was my sword that slewn the three barbarians that rode towards my part of the line in the forest. All I knew for sure was that I had kept silent about that light that I had spotted on the steppe in that first battle. That light haunted me in my fever nightmares. After dreaming about it for the third time in a row, I wondered if it was perhaps more than a light. Perhaps a sign from the Gods? In any case, I was finally able to move again. I knew only little about the whereabouts of the roman armies, but they were preparing for a larger battle against the huns, a victory that unlike the small skirmish in the forest would completely and utterly deprive the huns of their will to plunder roman lands.