Thy Kingdom Come
Roshaun often dreamed, the way this one began. The effect of a life being taught to fear wasn't easily undone, even in a place of safety, and it had only been a few months.
He was in the palace, as usual, and there were assassins everywhere, and he was alone. He ran, full pelt with no thought for dignity, down the corridors and through doors... and then when he passed through one of them, he was somewhere else.
A building he recognised, dimly, as a hospital. And the assassins were still after him, but they were different now, horribly different, dead and burned and rotting.
He lingered a second too long, horrified and staring, before he turned back to run, and a thrown knife caught him in the shoulder, making him stumble.
They took the chance. The next was another knife to his leg, and then an energy weapon, aimed for his heart.
It missed as he dodged, by just enough to save his life but not his flesh. And then he woke.
He was in the palace, as usual, and there were assassins everywhere, and he was alone. He ran, full pelt with no thought for dignity, down the corridors and through doors... and then when he passed through one of them, he was somewhere else.
A building he recognised, dimly, as a hospital. And the assassins were still after him, but they were different now, horribly different, dead and burned and rotting.
He lingered a second too long, horrified and staring, before he turned back to run, and a thrown knife caught him in the shoulder, making him stumble.
They took the chance. The next was another knife to his leg, and then an energy weapon, aimed for his heart.
It missed as he dodged, by just enough to save his life but not his flesh. And then he woke.