A sharp sensation pulled Sarza's consciousness out of the merciful darkness which had cradled him. Subtle and strangely distant at first, it teased him. The beautiful music he heard beyond that darkness began to fade, and he grew sad. He fought it for only an instant, his addled mind still unable to recall who he was or why he lived. After a breath, the shadows of his memory began to smoke, catching at first into a small flame, then igniting into a larger fire which began to rise, suddenly flashing into a column of blinding white heat which screamed up from the seat of his soul and filled his body with the will to live. The black fog of forge