dreams & nightmares
Neltharian dreampt of the past, memories thought to be forgotten, and memories much more recent.
He remembered the battle field, as he raised his staff he rained fire and shadow upon his enemies. With quick movements of his staff did he send bolts of darkness in all directions, destroying everything in his path. He remembered the nickname that his fellow Warlocks had given him, "The Masked Daemon".
"Say goodbye, as we dance with the devil tonight.
Don't you dare look at him in the eye, as we dance with the devil tonight.
Trembling, crawling across my skin.
Feeling your cold dead eyes, stealing the life of mine.
I believe in you, I can show you that I can see right through all your empty lies.
I won't last long, in this world so wrong."
A myriad of colors swirled in front of me, taking shapes briefly before they molded into something else. The haze that seemed to fall over my visage was nearly blinding. Somewhere in my mind I protested. I already knew where this was going.
"No, no, no, no, no, no....please no, not again, no, no no...."
A continuation of sorts from Dreamsome.
I settle down by the campfire for the night, exhausted after a busy day of patrols. I have been playing constant catch-up since I returned to my Ranger duties. What has happened to me in the past few weeks makes little sense, but I’m beginning to realize that nothing is beyond the realm of possibility.
He takes a deep, uninhibited breath as he slowly opens his eyes. Lungs are able to expand fully, and as his vision focuses he smiles, for the air is clean and fragrant. The sound of crickets and birdsong fill the air, tangled boughs of verdant trees weaving a maze of canopy above and around. A greenish tinge surrounds and infuses everything, but it doesn’t seem out of place. In fact, it seems healthy and comforting here, and he exhales, the husky, baritone sigh of a man so accustomed to carrying burdens he forgets they are there.