Dream 03: [Public] Memories
He was running in Palmacosta. The once calm costal city was now red with flames and blood. He couldn’t understand why people were running away from him as he tried to ask what was happening. He had even tried to help an old man with his injuries, only to see fear and death in the man’s eyes.
As he reached the centre of the city, he found himself rained on with debris. Bottles, rocks, plates, anything the villagers could pick up was thrown at him. He felt his heart sink and the young man was reminded of Iselia, two years ago, after the Desian’s attack. It was the same way his hometown people had shunned him away. However, this time Lloyd couldn’t think of a reason for him to be hated by the people of Palmacosta.
He retreated to the port and there he found his answer to the nightmare. He watched in horror as a man clad in red, wielding two swords cut through a couple trying to protect their child. With a cry, he rushed to their defence, and when he crossed swords with the murderer, he faltered. He was looking at himself, blade still wet from the blood of the innocent people of Palmacosta. His other self’s lips turned up into a cruel smirk:
“Surprise...”
“Ah!”
[sits up in a heap, drenched in cold sweat, breathing heavily. His hands are clenched in fists and he stares blankly in front of him]
As he reached the centre of the city, he found himself rained on with debris. Bottles, rocks, plates, anything the villagers could pick up was thrown at him. He felt his heart sink and the young man was reminded of Iselia, two years ago, after the Desian’s attack. It was the same way his hometown people had shunned him away. However, this time Lloyd couldn’t think of a reason for him to be hated by the people of Palmacosta.
He retreated to the port and there he found his answer to the nightmare. He watched in horror as a man clad in red, wielding two swords cut through a couple trying to protect their child. With a cry, he rushed to their defence, and when he crossed swords with the murderer, he faltered. He was looking at himself, blade still wet from the blood of the innocent people of Palmacosta. His other self’s lips turned up into a cruel smirk:
“Surprise...”
“Ah!”
[sits up in a heap, drenched in cold sweat, breathing heavily. His hands are clenched in fists and he stares blankly in front of him]