The sky was dark red. It was almost as if the heavens themselves were bleeding. Turaek can see someone quite a distance away. He runs towards what looks like a young man wearing shining armor. It was hard to tell what armor the man was wearing, or whether or not he was facing Turaek.
Tureak realizes that the man is much farther than he appears and he stops trying to reach him. He instead focuses his attention to his surroundings.
There was nothing. No trees, no water, not even grass. It was just simply flat. There was absolutely nothing on this plain, except for the man and himself.
Turaek turns to head back from where he first started out. He screams, but no sound comes out.
Standing right in front of him was the man. He had no eyes, just bleak, bottomless holes where his eyes should have been. His jet black hair was long and tangled, and his face held no expression, but the most peculiar thing about the man was his chest.
He had an arrow sticking through his right side. The arrow was so deep, only the feathers were showing. The man tried to speak out, but when his mouth opened, blood dribbled out and down his chin. He crumpled to the ground facedown. Turaek bent down, rolled him over, and—
Turaek woke with a start.
“Dang* it!” he muttered under his breath.
“Ah! I see you’re finally awake!” exclaimed Tylas
“Yeah, I am. What happened?”
“You passed out from throwing up. Hell, you did*’t have enough energy to stand.”
“From what?” Then it all came to him. “Never mind, I don’* want to discuss that again. How long have I been out?”
“Eh, ‘bout twelve hours.” replied Tylas
Turaek just noticed his friend was smoking a long pipe.
“Since when did you smoke?” he asked inquiringly.
“Since when did you have nightmares?” countered Tylas.
14-Oct-2007 22:27:07
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