[Dream: 001] 8-06-08
Waterlights danced around Sabel, their light faerie wings just a blur as they laughed. He could hear himself laughing with them, playing with them, and the distant laughter of others. But they are only white blurs, shadows now long gone. Dead.
And there was a voice. A voice he could not quite make out. A strong voice, a beckoning one. But it silenced the others, though he could still see their mouths moving, their bodies moving. But they were fading. Disappearing around him. And Sabel wondered why the voice still called to him, why it grew louder. Someone had already answered it, and the image of another person flickered in his mind before disappearing.
Then darkness. And fear. It pulsed through Sabel like a crashing wave, tearing at his body. Bloody, black threads and chains wrapped around him as he let out screams. The laughter and cries of demons drowned the voice that had once called to him there.
A face flashed before his eyes, the clawed hand digging into his chest.
A drop of water falls, and it ripples through the darkness. And a small chime breaks through the image, shattering it like glass.
Sabel sat upright, gasping, before closing his eyes once more. He then stared up at the sky of Somarium, wondering.
And there was a voice. A voice he could not quite make out. A strong voice, a beckoning one. But it silenced the others, though he could still see their mouths moving, their bodies moving. But they were fading. Disappearing around him. And Sabel wondered why the voice still called to him, why it grew louder. Someone had already answered it, and the image of another person flickered in his mind before disappearing.
Then darkness. And fear. It pulsed through Sabel like a crashing wave, tearing at his body. Bloody, black threads and chains wrapped around him as he let out screams. The laughter and cries of demons drowned the voice that had once called to him there.
A face flashed before his eyes, the clawed hand digging into his chest.
A drop of water falls, and it ripples through the darkness. And a small chime breaks through the image, shattering it like glass.
Sabel sat upright, gasping, before closing his eyes once more. He then stared up at the sky of Somarium, wondering.