Nightmares

[bumblefina 2766]

Spoiler

This is a very short non-canon piece playing with the idea that our characters have nightmares about times that they've died. I hope you enjoy it.

 

 

Hazy, blurry. Shifting.. Her vision was twisting like a kaleidoscope, sending her mind reeling. Slowly, the image shifted into place. She was watching herself, all flowing silk and blonde hair, smiling and chatting with the patrons. Sending people off this way and that, enjoying her day. Enjoying life. Something was off, though. Something was wrong. Creeping at the edges of her vision, she watched the shadows twist and play, a remnant of the blur from before, or something else. The latter, she thought, because of how it unnerved her so much. The scene before herself suddenly grew quiet. It was getting later, the great domed ceiling of Dragur letting in less and less light. Patrons filed out, and she waved to them and bid them safe travels as they left, one by one. Only a few people remained, tucked in far corners of the library, doing some intense late night research.

 

In they walked. Their pace was determined, and while it wasn’t slow, it was.. Unsettlingly sure. The thudding of their armor was enough to prickle her skin to goose bumps. Anyone who walked into a library in full armor was bad news, undead or not. Though, these two certainly were undead, she thought, by the look and smell alone. It was a weak noise which came from her, an offer of greeting in the hopes that they would, by some chance, leave her be. She was wrong.

 

Before she knew what had happened, the javelin came for her, skewering her directly in the gut, and pinning her down to the chair she had been sat in behind the kiosk desk. Thudding around the central wooden structure, they made quickly for the iron door, and within just a couple of hits, the lock had been burst through with a loud crash. One of the hulking figures came forward, reaching out a hand for the javelin, and yanked it outwards, pulling her with it. The shudder broke through her shock, the state she’d been in one of frozen fear and dismay. Now, though, she was horribly aware of herself, and she let out a blood curdling scream, her voice echoing through the halls of the library and into her mind.

 

With a deep gasp, Estrid shot up in bed, her throat dry and her skin wet with the sweat of a racing heart and of fear. Beside her, her fiance stirred, mumbling something to her, incoherent but concerned. As her breathing slowed, she fell back into the blankets of their bed, letting out a sigh. It was just a dream. It wasn’t real. It never happened. As she told herself these things in her mind, she couldn’t help but question… why had it felt like a memory?

[Slayy 816]

I like this, me gusta  

[ski_king3 0]

*throws rep at*

[devvy 1348]

this is good. write more!!

[winterblood 11181]

Elf lady frowns

 

+1

[Rammer 388]

Human man smiles 

+1

[HurferDurfer1 2978]

lichman continues to not sleep for decades

[Detective 101]

Good read. :)

[Chorale__ 2147]

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

 

If you feel this is a mistake, please contact myself or any FM and we'll restore it. 

[Chorale__ 2147]

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

 

If you feel this is a mistake, please contact myself or any FM and we'll restore it.