Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140903224055/@comment-24530992-20140905203733

(Yo, I'm home, homeslices. It always rains when I walk home... qq)

Vaniel woke up in the middle of a large valley, grass already taller than him, though it was only five feet. He rubbed his temples, as his vision ajusted to the sunlight. He stuck a hand out- it was much smaller than he remembered. He felt his face, which was fairly smooth, only a small, almost invisible, patch of peach fuzz above his upper lip. He opened his lips to speak, but no words came out. He felt like his mouth was as dry as a desert. Vaniel stood, running through the thick grass, until he found a small pool of water. After scooping large amounts of the liquid into his mouth, he stared at the rippling water, getting a good look at his reflection. He looked around eight years old, with short brown hair, amber eyes, and a smooth face with red lips and flushed cheeks. It was around a hundred degrees outside, and it wasn't long before he began to sweat. Voices came from behind, sounding gruff.

"We lost him.. Damn you!" One growled.

"No.. Search the area around the river. He's got to be there!" A higher pitched one replied.

He gasped, turning only to see two exceptionally tall Breton men exiting the tall grass.

"There he is, get him!" One exclaimed, grinning wickedly. Across the river, eight year old Vaniel saw a handsome, average height Breton wearing fine clothes, bearing a broad smile. He immediately recgonized him as his step-father.

"Come, Vaniel! You can do it!" He shouted over the water. He had to, anyway, to get away from the two men. He launched himself into the icy water, thrashing his arms. Vaniel kicked as hard as he could, the men gaining on him from behind. Water poured into his nostrils, before he felt soft mud under his palms. He coughed up water, before his step father had grabbed him, holding him tightly. Once he had opened his eyes, it was one of the men who had tried kidnapping him before. In the distance, back across the river, his father was lying lifeless along the riverbank, blood pouring out of his chest, his stomach split open, revealing his innards. Vaniel screamed, before waking up.

He was breathing heavily, feeling the pains in his chest as his eyes slowly looked around at his surroundings. He wasn't near the river anymore, but still resting where he was. A small sigh of relief pressed through his lips, after realizing it was only a dream.