Its only a dream

[goblyn13]

So with the two post limit and a lot of folks going to Gencon, (and not a whole lot of other news around) I decided I needed to post something else:

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“Its only a dream, its only a dream,” thought Dora as she ran from the beasts that chased her.

It all started so innocently, like most other dreams, she had dreamt of making her father proud, and bringing about the end of Lilith’s reign. But that was not to be the end of her dream, for something had made its way inside. Something sinister and evil had entered into her dream while she wasn’t paying attention. And slowly it was twisting her dream into a nightmare. As she looked around what at first was her father twisted into a a faceless creature wearing a tattered robe, and the forest around her was becoming dark and haunting. The trees were becoming menacing, the big oak that had been her friend all these years become hollow and cold, its leaves falling and blowing away in the wind. And as the transformation completed, Dora realized the final die had been cast, for no longer was there anyone else, she was completely alone.

And once she realized she was alone is when she heard the howls. The baying of the wolves to the blood red moon up in the sky, and the snarling sounds around her. She closed her eyes tight, “its only a dream, its only a dream” she chanted. The howls became louder, and the snarling was coming from everywhere. She heard the sound pierce through the night, a shrieking if you will. Followed by another horn, a horn that had a distinct tone, she had heard it before, It was the sound to announce the beginning of the Hunt. She opened her eyes, and saw the beasts everywhere, they lunged for her, she ducked down just in time to avoid the jaws of the lead beast, a jet black wolf, with a single glowing red eye.

Her heart started pounding, she wasn’t sure what was happening, but somewhere deep inside, she knew this was only a dream. That thought wasn’t very comforting right now.

She scrambled to her feet, and began to run away from the slavering jaws of the black beast. She headed to the last place she knew was safe. To the trod that had brought her to this dream, she was hoping it too hadn’t been turned. Her heart pounded she could barely hear the howls of the demon wolves behind her, adrenaline was coursing through her blood, she couldn’t feel anything, anything except the terror of what was following her.

She wasn’t sure how long she had been running, but she knew she was getting closer to the trod, she could feel its pull. She crested the hill, and saw the gleaming light of the trod. She was almost there.

Her body went cold, her breathe became vapor. That was when she saw him, just out of corner of her eye, she saw the wicked gleam of his scythe. She threw herself to the ground, hoping Herne the Horned Hunter hadn’t seen her. She looked towards him again, it was too late, she knew she had been seen.

His obsidian black horse, a Nightmare, flared to life, its feet and mane aflame in a eerie green flame. He brought his scythe to bear preparing to make the strike that would surely sever her connection to herself in the other side. The wicked blade covered in the chittering faces of all its previous victims, each of them crying out to be set free. As he raced towards her, she was paralyzed, she wanted to move but her body had betrayed her, it would not move. Herne was coming closer, every step was getting louder and louder, the pounding of the Nightmare’s feet getting closer and closer to her. Dora mustered all the strength she could, and with every last ounce of strength, she clawed at the ground, pulling herself closer to the trod. He was getting closer, Dora was beginning to see the outline of his face, the stag-skull mask he wore, his blood red clothing. She stretched her hand and made purchase with the edge of the trod. He was almost on top of her now.

With the last bit of her strength, she heaved herself into the warm confines of the trod, just as his scythe came coming down just inches from where she had been moments ago.

The world around became bathed in a warm silvery light, and everything melted away.

When she awoke, she was swimming in her own sweat. Her father was sitting on the corner of her bed, his eyes were red and puffy as if he had been crying.”Oh thank god!” he exclaimed. “Are you alright? You had me terrified! You were screaming, I came in and tried to wake you up but you wouldn’t wake up!”

He reached out to hug her, she leaned forward to hug him back

“its OK Dad, it was only a dream.” she replied back softly.

C&C welcome

[Sculpta the squig]

Interesting.

SQuig