Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160529172721/@comment-7203512-20160601175228

(Another dream sequence.)

He ran, and ran, and ran, until the shouts dissolved to echoes and they were no more.

Aelwin tripped and came crashing down on a tree trunk. Having rolled downhill, he ducked underneath the fallen oak, fearful that Candice might find him, drenched in sweat and tears, a streamlet of crimson working its way down onto the young Breton's brow. His fingers slowly brushed the blood on the scratch, carefully examining the fingertips.

No signs of the Plague.

He grabbed his eyelid softly, pulling it up and down, still unsure if his body was intact. Every nail was present, trimmed and pink like his silky skin.

A small figure, presumably that of a child like him, was sitting by the river shimmering in the distance, seemingly undisturbed by Aelwin's sudden invasion.

"Hastrel?.." Aelwin called out to the child. This was indeed Hastrel, a childhood friend of his. The whole scene felt very unsettling to young Hawksly; Hastrel has been dead for ages. The latter turned his head to see the kid, greeted him hastily and approached, perching on the stump.

"Hawk, what are you doing out here?" Hastrel uttered with a hint of confusion.

"I was going to ask the same question." Aelwin responded, yet he knew that Hastrel loved to swim in the secluded stream. The very stream that led to his untimely demise. He gulped, hesitant to continue the conversation with a vision of his long-dead friend.

"You know I like to swim here," Hastrel replied before pausing for a brief moment, "You look weary. What's up?"

"I... had a very... weird dream." Aelwin whispered, somewhat surprised by what he thought he wouldn't say, "Like... Like there was some plague, and it... killed me, and then I rose from the dead!.. And met those strange people, they told me they were Undead, and... there was this... Dunistyr?.. Dunistal?.. I don't remember his name, but I got to hang out with this guy, he was tall and statuesque. He pulled me into this frenzy, we had to fight crazy madmen and monsters and these guys kept saying something about that... err... quest about the... Immortals! Were they Immortals... And then there was this Jorcho... Jerito.. Uh, I don't really remember his name either, but he tried to eat me! And... And then I woke up. Weird dream."

"Very weird dream indeed. But it's just a dream." Hastrel responded, scratching his belly, "Isn't it?"

"I... I guess it is..."