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Dreams: An Ill Omen



"Wake up... Spawn of evil." A dark voice says, Dalsael shoots up and opens her eyes to a dim and shadowed version of the very same yard Thoronhael had attacked her in two years again, Immense pain shoots through her face, her side and her right shoulder and she cries out into the darkness, she knows it's a dream and yet she can't wake up.

A shadow flies out of the darkness bordering the yard with a familiar yell and slashes her right shoulder several times and leaving as quick as it had arrived, Blood oozes out of the wounds but it looks wrong, distorted, surreal. Dalsael stammers in confusion and shock "Wh... What is this?" she says to herself as the pain intensifies but she can't move.

A second shadow appears, much slower this time, walking towards her as if it's outwardly friendly but it is armed with a spear and shield "No... I needed you... Alone!" the shadow shouts as it impales her shoulder with it's spear and rips the barbed point back out violently "That spear should be MINE." it yells before fading out like the last one. Dalsael shudders involuntarily as the grievous wound in her shoulder starts bleeding the same distorted blood as her other wounds "Th-Thoron... But I just... W-What..." Thoron was dead... She had just killed him.

Dalsael doesn't see the third shadow coming as she is locked in place staring ahead, but she does feel it's shadowy lips kiss her cheek making it go cold as ice "You are so beautiful." it says stealing the voice of another before plunging a knife into the young woman's side "Elin?! Wh-Why is this... What is..." she trails off as the distorted blood rushes from the many wounds she has, Dalsael can feel herself slipping away, almost as if these wounds had never closed.

The second shadow returns, this time with a spear made of blinding light, her spear, her light, it approaches slowly "I may die... But if I die taking you with me... I will die happy." The shadow says before whipping the spear up and slicing the young woman's face just barely missing her eye, she screams as the shadow fades away leaving nothing but her and her light left on the ground as she slowly bleeds out.

Dalsael suddenly wakes up in her bed feeling an immense amount of pain and she almost rolls out of it in her agony but somehow doesn't wake her lover. The one good thing in a night of horror.