Waking from Dreams
Cacama slept peacefully, his dreams barely more than standing in the center of a misty wood. Thanks to Meg’s training he began to be more aware of the unseen world and concentrated on remembering what he saw here so he could recall it later. As he wandered his small patch of dreamland he felt something else nearby. Moving curiously in that direction he came across a young man, seated on a log. He walked closer and saw the boy seemed unhappy, depressed, and moved even nearer to see what he could do for him.
“Hello?” he greeted.
The young man looked up, sorrow in his eyes, “Who are you?” he asked curiously.
“My name is Cacama, what’s yours?”
“Cacama ...” the boy repeated, as if to himself. He then looked back towards Cacama, eyes narrowing. “I can see ... what’s inside you.”
Cacama started to reply when the boy began to burst into laughter. Cacama asked, “What’s so funny? Do you know me?”
The boy answered, “You have her now? I was right. She is a whore.” He then grinned, his features becoming more feral.
Cacama frowned, “You’re talking about Mira? She is no whore.” he protested angrily.
The boy rose to his feet, features shifting to Crinos form as he roared, “You are even less of a match than Trent was!” before descending on Cacama’s confused human form with teeth and claws.
Cacama woke with a start, sweating as the last thing he recalled was a patchwork Seven Skin in full Crinos form cleaving him in two with his razor sharp attack.
“Hello?” he greeted.
The young man looked up, sorrow in his eyes, “Who are you?” he asked curiously.
“My name is Cacama, what’s yours?”
“Cacama ...” the boy repeated, as if to himself. He then looked back towards Cacama, eyes narrowing. “I can see ... what’s inside you.”
Cacama started to reply when the boy began to burst into laughter. Cacama asked, “What’s so funny? Do you know me?”
The boy answered, “You have her now? I was right. She is a whore.” He then grinned, his features becoming more feral.
Cacama frowned, “You’re talking about Mira? She is no whore.” he protested angrily.
The boy rose to his feet, features shifting to Crinos form as he roared, “You are even less of a match than Trent was!” before descending on Cacama’s confused human form with teeth and claws.
Cacama woke with a start, sweating as the last thing he recalled was a patchwork Seven Skin in full Crinos form cleaving him in two with his razor sharp attack.