Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24372248-20140730202253/@comment-5583506-20140831012528

(Will be my last post for the night. It's 3 am here.)

"I am so happy, Grita!" chirped Myling as she skipped with her best friend in the middle of a field of lilies. "Valdimar is a wondrous man and he proposed just the other day!"

Grita laughed. "I am happy for the both of you." Then she smiled mischievously. "Have you two... you know? Done it?"

Myling looked at her confused. "Done what? Oh, that! No, no, no! That will have to wait to the wedding night! By the Gods, Grita, don't be so naughty!" Her smile faded. "I wonder how father will take these news though..."

Then suddenly the scene swapped to that of a cold and wet place. She stared up through the surface of the pond as she was being held down by her own father's hands. A muffled scream could be heard in the background. She guessed it was that of her mother. It was so cold her entire body ached. As life exited her body and mind she felt how she slowly fell down in the dark parts, unable to move her arms and legs.

Somewhere deep down in the darkness there was a most disturbing sound calling out to her. A disembodied voice from beyond. It said her name with a thousand voices and one and dragged her to it, taking her into its dreadful embrace.

Myling shut her eyes open and screamed when she awoke from the nightmare.