When my one good eye didn't get what it gazed at, it glanced again and gathered that each girl was indeed some gal I'd fantasized about at some time in my life...the Vast Majority of which where people I'd never really actually Met before but where... images...from my childhood *laughs*

The little green crabbie dudes dropped me off and the gong, thank god, gonged no more.

And that was that, I was emersed in an Army of female flesh *shudders*

And that's what was freaking me out; it was an ARMY... this was no crazy mob or wild scene...

This was a highly organized and delicately orchestrated unit working in unison towards a single and well understood goal.

What that goal was became instantly apparent and annoyingly elusive as an infinite number of events unfolded at once:

My other wounds healed quickly, only to be replaced by others... some were simply sprains or small stab wounds, others were of a more violent nature, a few were nearly fatal*laughs*

All the wounds healed quickly, save the eye.  And it seemed that I was always laid out upon the soft platform, being tended to and healed...
 

They scooped me up and deposited me in the middle of a vast arena.  Except for my eye, which had a leather patch over it, I was completely healed, in the prime of youth and vigor.  A white sun burned fiercely in the heavens, casting cool blue shadows within the arena, though the icy feel stopped there because the dusty ground was dry and hot, the only breeze being that made by breath or footfalls.

The far off walls of the arena shimmered and danced behind heat waves, obscuring the faces of the assembled crowds beyond.  Yet I could feel their oppressive stares glaring down at me, their expectations, their waiting...  amplified all the more by the complete and utter silence that shrouded the entire complex.

Then pandemonium broke loose.  The arena began to rumble and there, on the far side, a cloud of dust arose, slowly advancing towards me.  As it grew closer I could just see within the leading edge of the haze a multitude of people and animals and... things.

All my enemies, all my fears and hatreds, all my loathings, were coming at me and they didn't seem too pleased to see me, either *laughs*

There were a Lot of them.

There was One of me.

Things weren't looking too groovy *grin*

Just then I noticed that I was holding a hefty trident.  The thing was balanced so well and felt so comfortable that it was almost a part of me.  I waved it around a bit, marveling at how heavy it was yet how easy it was to move.  As I twirled it, crackly bolts of lightning arced up and down its surface, tingling harmlessly across my hand and forearm.

I spun the trident towards the advancing horde and pointed Hard at the closest dude.

A bolt of pure blue energy sprang from the business end of the trident and zig zagged across the arena, zapping my chosen target, frying him and the dozen advancing next to him to a crisp.

A wicked grin filled me as I suddenly realized the odds just got a whole lot better *laughs*  and with a howl I leaped towards my foes...
 

They scooped me up and set me upon a raised dais.  I was resplendently dressed in fine furs and various other accouterments, most notable of which was a bejeweled eye patch.  Set in the center of the eye patch was a dazzling green emerald that radiated with a life all it's own.

I was seated upon a throne.  At my feet and by my sides were many attendants; clipping my nails, trimming my beard, seeing to my every need, constantly grooming me...

Before me was a great hall filled with all my equals, all my friends and comrades, all those I loved and trusted.

Behind me, upon the back of my throne, perched two ravens; one on my left, and one on my right, and every time I thought a question to myself one of them would whisper something in my ear...

'Who are these people?'  thought I.

'Your Attendants?' whispered one raven.

'Your Allies?'  whispered the other.

I didn't like being fussed over and let my one good eye glare at the attendants.

'Why do they keep trimming my nails?' thought I.

'They are growing?' was the whispered reply.

'So what do I do?' I wondered.

'What do you Wish?' whispered the raven...
 

They scooped me up and set me into a nice comfy chair at the head of a large banquet table.  I was dressed in well worn leather and fur, with a simple cloth eye patch and but a single amulet around my neck as adornment.

A fire crackled away in a nearby hearth, slowly roasting a lamb that turned gently upon a spit.  Other rich aromas filled the chamber;  beeswax from the candles, spicy pastries from a hidden oven, fresh breads, tangy cheeses mixed with sweet fruits, the headyness of wines and ales, soft perfumes...

At my feet lay two wolves, nibbling away at the abundant table scraps, content to bask in the warm glow of the fire yet alert to any dangers that would never intrude upon this scene.

Surrounding the table with me were all of my closest of comrades; those who had shared special places in my heart, those who I trusted with more than just my life...

And through it all there was Something that just wasn't quite right...