Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140917204356/@comment-5583506-20140919141649

It was impossible for her to sleep. The experiences with the bandits and the Shadow, mixed with her own memories as well the prison enviroment they were in now, cooked up a everlasting nightmare.

She dreamt that she was on the floor in her cell. The cell door swung open. On the other side stood Rowan with the keys in his hands, smiling at her. As she rushed to her freedom and his embrace, his smile fainted and a more sinister expression took its place. Just as she was going to press her lips against his, she felt a different sort of kiss.

A sword to her heart. Rowan's appearance had suddenly changed to that of the Orc bandit leader that had attacked her earlier. He laughed at her and then dragged her out of the prison by pulling at her hair.

The hallways were crowded by spectating shadows staring at her with their big, intensive eyes. The exit of the prison lead them out to a vast, grey and murky ocean, stretching as far around them as she could see. At the beach stood her father, with a bottle in his hand as usual. He slammed the bottle to the ground crushing it and walked straight over the shards towards her. He took over the grip of her hair from the Orc and dragged her to the water.

She struggled and tried to resist, as she remembered doing back when it had happened. But she already knew how this was going to end. He held her down beneath the surface and as she looked into the depths of the sea, she couldn't see the bottom of it. It was like peering into the very Void itself. She heard her father's dampened and mumbling voice above her, and from deep below her something vile responded with a blood-curdling shriek. As she struggled to break free she could see how something big and dark approaching from the depths, coming at her in an alarming speed.

She screamed Rowan's name in panick as the gigantic sea creature of shadows appeared before her with its gastly face, staring eyes and opened jaws.

She awoke, still screaming, all teary-eyed and cold-sweating.