Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141115154304/@comment-24685738-20141117033415

Dreams weren’t very nice to Horace.

Especially when it was about his family.

And, he had one messed up family.

His mother was a whore, who would spend her time going around and finding men who didn’t know of her status as a Nobleman’s wife. His father was a drunkard nobleman, who loved to beat his kids.

And, his little brother…

Well, he was a Seer.

Horace hadn’t seen him in a long time. Hell, he didn’t know if the younger Breton was still alive…

So, yeah, dreaming about his family sucked.

First, it was his mother, being pushed up against a wall near her and his father’s bed… Their marriage bed. Horace stared in horror, before screaming and running out of the room. He had really seen this…. He had been only nine years old.

Next, it was his father, coming after Horace with a large, studded belt, which he proceeded to whip the boy with. This had really happened, too. Horace had been 15.

Finally, it was his brother, Jak, being chased out of their home by an angry mob, while his mother and father kept Horace from running after him, to help. That had happened, too.

However, the dream didn’t end there, as it usually did. Horace would usually wake up in a cold sweat, screaming. It was a wonder that Nadira hadn’t heard and/or hadn’t said anything.

This time, he was actually dreaming of Nadira. Nadira was facing off against some… woman. A woman he had never really gotten to know, a woman who had paid Horace little to know attention… Just like everybody else…

Horace gave a little ‘gasp,’ in his sleep, as he realized just who this woman was.

However, before he could try to do anything, the dream changed.

It was Jane, this time.

She was in a clearing, in the middle of a jungle, tied to a pole on top of a pyre… And Horace knew exactly what that meant.

Jane De Lis- painter, warrior, child-was being burned at the stake.