Ebon tossed and turned in his room bed that night. After a playing his flute for a little while, he, Ilene, and Grace went to eat downstairs. The food was delicious. Grace then said she had to get home. Ebon wondered why, but decided it best not to ask her. He and Ilene went back up to their rooms and went to bed. Ebon, however, found that he could not go to sleep. The harder he tried to go to sleep, the harder it became. Finally, his eyelids became to heavy to keep up, and he found himself suddenly in third person. He saw himself lying in bed. Suddenly, an orb of blinding light descended from the ceiling and rested on his chest. Then, rapid scenes flashed through his mind. He saw Ilene, Grace, and himself walking through a forest. …show more content…
“Do you believe?” Ebon found himself looking through the eyes of the man at the desk. He tried to form the words to ask the man, who stood in front of him, what he was talking about. However, no words came out. He could not reply. The scene changed one more time. This time, he was looking through his own eyes. He was on his knees in front of someone wearing a cloak and hood. The person was holding a pitch-black sword over him. It seemed to emit a whisper, saying, “Nema’hak. Nema’hak. Nema’hak.” The stranger thrust the sword down. Ebon screamed as the sword pierced his chest. He heard someone faintly calling his name. He then heard a loud banging. He only saw blackness. Suddenly, he felt himself hit something. He opened his eyes. He had fallen out of the bed. Sunlight streamed through the cracks of the window. He stood up. His body was covered in cold sweat. He had taken off his shirt to sleep in, and his exposed torso glistened with sweat. Somebody was banging on the door. “Ebon! Ebon! Are you alright? Ebon!” Ebon walked over and put his shirt on. He then walked over and opened the door. Ilene about fell through. “Ebon! Are you alright? Your were screaming. What happened?” she asked, out of breath from yelling. Ebon tried to calm her down. “It’s alright. I’m fine. Just had some bad dreams. Nothing to worry about. Really.” Ilene nodded as her breathing slowed. Ebon gestured to her. “How’s the shoulder?” Ilene rolled it a couple of times. “Much better. Thank
His body, as he got into bed, was icy. He could feel his conscious get gloomy with exhaustion but every time he let his eyes flutter closed, it seemed they were wide open staring into the dark bulky stone ahead of him in the morgue. With a deep breath Edmund shifted onto his side to calm his overstimulated nerves, conscious of his heart pounding against his frail chest again.
With lightning speed, he pulled it out and put it to his mouth. His eyes lit up, a smile, like a grimace, illuminated his ashen face. And was immediately extinguished. A shadow had lain down beside him. And this shadow threw itself over him.
He ran into the clearing, where he heard the horse, with revolver drawn anticipating a fight but all he saw was Captain O’neill stood over a still, lifeless body. “Captain! What happened? Are you alright?” Even shouting it looked like the Captain didn’t hear Samuel. “ Captain! What happened?” Samuel was slowly approaching the Captain now, revolver still drawn.
He woke up in a dark room. He was numb and dizzy. The figure of a man kept on flickering through his head. He couldn’t move. He had no memory. His whole body was full of pain and agony.
Rion calmed from his night terror easily, and he and Percival went back to sleep. When morning arrived, Rion shot out of bed with a grin, full of his typical energy. He had no memory of his tears and screaming the previous night, which was just as well; the boy deserved peace after all the heartache he had weathered.
From the nearby foliage, Ulrich heard a whisper of foreign words. The last time he heard a strange language, he’d lost his arm moments later. Terrified, he drew his sword, an undercurrent of fear seizing him; he’d never fought one-armed before.
At such a late hour she found difficulty sleeping and decided to take advantage of her vigilance. As per usual Edmure was well awake, seated at his usual haunt near his sleeping quarters. He'd found a particular interest in
An urge to run came over him. When he willed himself to move, his limbs stiffened rendering him immobile. Then right before his eyes, a cloaked entity revealed itself. Its predatory crimson eyes glared back at him as it seized him by the neck with its claws piercing his flesh..
They arrive at the designated location, the base of a krayt dragon’s skull. Something in the air is different, like something sinister is nearby. “Look out!” The knight shouts, attempting to warn Zerdek. Zerdek quickly goes for his saber and ignites it in a moments notice. He spins on his heel at the last possible moment, bring his blade up to the one coming down towards his face. He lets out a small grunt and is pushed into the sand by his attacker.
I batted my eyelashes lined with sleep. For a moment, I was disoriented to where I was. I felt around the soft bed, waving around my arms frantically. The area next to we was cold; Ross was gone. I pushed my senses to get up, tempting myself with visions
Suddenly, Merlin was jolted out of his thoughts when something connected with the side of his head. He jumped away from the window in surprise, his heart pounding in his chest. Looking down at the floor, then, he breathed a huge sigh of relief as he soon realized that it had only been a pillow. Of course, that meant –
His eyes drop to the ground, slick with some substance. Blood, he recognizes in cold terror. And—what is that thing? It resembles a human made up of a million limbs, stitched haphazardly together. A spider turned human. It turns to him, eyes narrow and severe (what colour are they? It seems to shift unnaturally in the moonlight, ephemeral).
Opening his eyes, the light cut his corneas and forced them shut. Silence shattered as Ian hit the hard oakwood floor. Laying on the ground, Ian curiously looked around the room. He lifted up his hands only to see that
His dreams are vague and unsettling—dark and shadowed and blurry with figures made of light, shiny and indistinct to his eyes. Distant laughter and inaudible but horribly familiar voices whisper in the background. There’s a hand on his shoulder and another stroking his hair, but no matter where he looks no one is there.
The whispers of the figures in the candle lit room quickly disappeared, as did everything else. When Samuel opened his eyes, he only saw the cloudy sky being disfigured by neon blues running around him frantically. He felt a burning inside, and his skin felt as dry as a desert. The wind passed through him as if he were a ghost, and the clouds began to look like other worldly beings that wished to take him as a trophy. He felt the wind, his dry skin, and the flaming feel of his body that made him want to scream-- he couldn't. He thought he might die, he thought his small body would burn up before he ever landed-- but he couldn't get his mouth opened one bit. Samuel continued to fall, he felt the ground coming closer and closer to his frozen body. He closed his eyes, wanting to wake up from the terrible dream he thought he was experiencing. When his eyes opened, he saw a clear yellow sky; large, violet trees surrounding him; and the tall, pink grass he layed in. "Ow..." he managed to mutter, unable to move as if his body had turned to stone. He attempted to turn over but found himself to be