malaoka
Legend
It's warm. Quiet.
A damp breeze engulfs me, and I open my eyes. The light is blinding, like the essence of a thousand stars. I turn and see fields of endless green. So vibrant.
A man, now, his back to me. I venture closer, my feet making no sound on the soft dirt.
I blink, and my surroundings change. Forest. The man stands still, eerily so. Terrified, I am unable to stop the motion of my hands. I reach- Hand at his shoulder now. He turns his head.
He is a corpse, swinging from the tree. Those sightless, dead eyes stare deep into my own. I scream.
His jaw hangs loose. A red maw of twisted muscle and crushed bone. He speaks.
A cloud of flies buzz and swarm outward from his mouth, surrounding me. Choking me. They drown out his words and my sobs. The man's face is no longer that of the unknown knight, but that of my father instead.
A thin, hazy smoke envelops the both of us. It smells of brimstone and anger.
What was once bright is now black as pitch. I am blind.
The man- my father- reaches for me with unseeing eyes. I watch from above as he grabs me, the smell of death clouding my thoughts. I-
She awakes with a start. A hand to her forehead, now damp with sweat. A shaky exhale.
"Just a dream," she mutters with a shake of her head. "Just a dream.."
(yo i read ToastySpam 's thingie and i got inspired bless ur heart)
A damp breeze engulfs me, and I open my eyes. The light is blinding, like the essence of a thousand stars. I turn and see fields of endless green. So vibrant.
A man, now, his back to me. I venture closer, my feet making no sound on the soft dirt.
I blink, and my surroundings change. Forest. The man stands still, eerily so. Terrified, I am unable to stop the motion of my hands. I reach- Hand at his shoulder now. He turns his head.
He is a corpse, swinging from the tree. Those sightless, dead eyes stare deep into my own. I scream.
His jaw hangs loose. A red maw of twisted muscle and crushed bone. He speaks.
A cloud of flies buzz and swarm outward from his mouth, surrounding me. Choking me. They drown out his words and my sobs. The man's face is no longer that of the unknown knight, but that of my father instead.
A thin, hazy smoke envelops the both of us. It smells of brimstone and anger.
What was once bright is now black as pitch. I am blind.
The man- my father- reaches for me with unseeing eyes. I watch from above as he grabs me, the smell of death clouding my thoughts. I-
She awakes with a start. A hand to her forehead, now damp with sweat. A shaky exhale.
"Just a dream," she mutters with a shake of her head. "Just a dream.."
(yo i read ToastySpam 's thingie and i got inspired bless ur heart)