Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27783182-20131109210838/@comment-3293219-20131110115247

Manja walked around Solitude until late into the night, she missed exploring cities and trying to see as much as possible before turning in for the night.

She turned in at the Winking Skeeva, half expecting Eilonwyn or Tobias to be there, however it was 3 AM so they probably wouldn't.

Manja tossed and turned in her sleep, her dreams were being invaded by shadowy figures that caused her to shake in her bed.

She stood in a cold, lifeless field that reminded her of one of the places outside of Whiterun, the way that there wasn't a tree or a landmark for miles.

That's when she saw it, a black cloud heading towards her at high speed.

Bloody weather's following me... Manja thought to herself.

Then she saw it, hidden in the fine details of the cloud.

It was a murder of crows...

Her first instinct was to run but she wasn't sure whether or not the crows were going to attack her. Her suspicions were confirmed when their eyes lit up red and they began to descend. Manja wanted to run but she found herself unable to, she tried to move her leg but couldn't, she then tried to move her arms, even though she knew that it probably wouldn't help her at this point, yet that was useless to.

The crows swooped down and swarmed her, they perched on her shoulders and clung to her arms, and though it tickled it didn't hurt.

Their eyes shone brightly, to Manja it felt like being inside a giant lantern, minus the heat.

Then she saw it, an old woman materialised before her. The woman wasn't the sort of creature that you'd expect to materialise from the laser like eyes of a crow...

The woman glanced at her surroundings, surprised at the location but ended with a smirk.

"Clever child..." She muttered, before seeing that she couldn't move.

"Ah, sleep paralysis... maybe not as clever after all."

What do you want with me?

Manja tried to speak out loud but couldn't her mouth couldn't move.

The woman held out her hand. "I simply want you to deliver something for me... Would you do this? For an old woman?"

W-what?

The old woman stepped forward and placed the item in her hand, it felt soft like a stuffed bear.

"It won't mean anything to you... but perhaps your dunmer friend can figure it out..." The woman whispered into Manja's ear.

You mean Eilonwyn?

"Who else?" The old woman smirked, "last time I checked, you could count all of your friends on one hand..."

Bitch...

The woman ignored the insult and began to walk away, the crows started squawking at each other, flapping their wings and flying away. They dropped a shower of feathers on her, obscuring her vision and causing her to wake up.

Manja gasped for breath as she got up.

''Bloody sleep paralysis again! ''She thought, sitting up.

She noticed that he hand was clutching something, it was soft and plump like a teddy bear.

She lifted it up and saw that it was a dead crow.

She shrieked and threw it across the room and jumped out of her bed.