Lich

[Icecreeper4 100]

My nightmares were all the same for as long as I can remember.

 

I roam an empty path through the woods, lit only by the orange sky above. The path is marked by sigils and as I see them I am filled with an intense longing to turn back from this unknown path. 

 

But I don't. I continue down the path. It opens up into a clearing, lit by the same torch in the centre as it is every time I come here.

 

 

As before, I reach for the torch. I notice that my arm is only bone- my outstreched hand is skeletal and bare. I can't feel it and yet it doesn't bother me. 

 

 

I pull the torch from the ground and hold it aloft. Something shifts in the darkness at the edge of the clearing. A whisper of wind pushes its way through the grass. I cannot feel it.

 

 

The something speaks. It's voice is grating and dark.

 

"You chose this path."

 

 

My torch flickers and grows dim. The darkness creeps in, almost choking me. I can't see the edge of the clearing anymore.

 

 

The something speaks again from the darkness.

 

"You chose this path."

 

 

My torch fails entirely. The darkness swallows me and I fall into eternity.

 

 

I wake up in a cold sweat. I don't fall asleep again.

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.