Poor Halban. :(  For those who have missed previous blurbs (some of them I just put up on the Facebook page) Halban is Kaelen's twin, the god of good luck.

Dark.  It was so dark.  Halban opened his eyes.  Or had he? He wasn’t sure anymore.  Maybe he had them closed.  It didn’t matter.  He welcomed the darkness and the momentary pause in the assault on his senses.  If it was dark, he wasn’t seeing the dead, wasn’t feeling their anguish and pain.  His arm reached up to wipe the sweat and tears from his face.  Had he moved his arm?  It didn’t feel like it.  Only the feel of the hairs on his arm brushing his cheek told him he had.  Everything hurt.  His muscles, his head, his being.  He hurt past the point of hurting though it was only when the darkness came that he was able to go numb.
Where was Kaelen, he wondered.  He ran a dry tongue over cracked lips.  Had he survived the fall?  He’d managed to estimate where his brother would land and had made a wild attempt to cushion his fall.  His chest clenched, his initial fury running through him.  Damrain would pay for this.  He’d get out.  He’d find a way, by gods he would, and when he did his sister was going to regret what she’d done.  Gods couldn’t love, he knew that, but the bond he shared with his twin was close enough to that emotion.
He tensed as the flames appeared, their heat lapping toward him as they approached.
“No,” he whispered.  “Not yet.”  A sob shook his thick frame and he buried his head in his arms in an attempt to block out the images.
A woman screamed and her pain pierced through his body, his back splitting open where the woman had been whipped.
He tried to block out the pain and the screams, keeping his thoughts on Kaelen, Zeen, Nianna, anything and everything he could remember that had once made him smile.
His thigh blew apart and he screamed, his hands automatically reaching down to stop the bleeding even though he knew he’d be healed by the time he touched the wound.  Of course, the man who’d gone through this hadn’t been lucky enough to heal from this.
Blood, flesh and meat sprayed down his arm as his cheek was ripped from his face.
Maybe the ones who had died were the lucky ones.  Spots filled his vision and he blinked simply out of habit.  What would happen if he simply decided to give in?
He had no idea how long he’d been in here, but he was sure Kaelen had lasted longer than this.  He took heart and braced himself for the next painful ambush.  For Kaelen.  He had to survive this for his brother.  He had to get out so he could help him get home.
Every bone in his left foot splintered and he howled.  His breath rattled though his chest.  How much more could he take?  He wiped the blood and tears from his cheeks.  He wasn’t as strong as Kaelen.  His twin had a stubborn streak eons long.
Kaelen.  Nianna.  Zeen… Kaelen.  Nianna.  Zeen…
His abdomen was slit open and he reached wildly, bile fighting its way out of his throat as he caught his entrails.  A woman screamed with him.
Kaelen.  Nianna.  Zeen…
Kaelen.
A sob shuddered through him.
Kaelen…
Halban frowned as an image flashed stronger than the ones of death.  Kaelen sleeping, though not very well if the tossing and turning he was doing was of any indication.  A woman walking over to the bed and gently shaking him awake.  His brother’s tired smile at the sight of her.
The vision was buried under the sight of a young boy being dragged behind a horse for stealing.  Halban screamed as bones broke and skin was torn from his body.
Kaelen.  Nianna.  Zeen…