Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140827094909/@comment-5583506-20140828004425

When Myling slept she often had recurring nightmares in which a most disturbing voice would call out for her from the shadows. It was disembodied voice carried by the howling of the wind and the emptiness of the Void, and it urged her to follow it into the unknown darkness. Everytime she refused the voice it would send out blackened and scorched skeleton hands to grasp after her as she fled. And a chilling laughter which could turn her blood to ice could be heard as she ran in complete and utter darkness with no way of escaping the voice and whomever or whatever it belonged to.

She awoke later that night with a pounding headache. Her entiry body was bathing with cold sweat. A tear fell from her eye as she was relieved to have woken up from the nightmare. Everytime she had it, it felt like the "darkness" or whatever being was after her, came one step closer to catch her.

She knew however that these were no ordinary dreams. They actually meant something, and she was more than enough sure that the wraiths which seemed to be attacking her every now and then were under the guidance of this malevolent being.

"That was not... pleasant", she muttered and washed her face off in a nearby bowl of cold water.