Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24296957-20140301210623/@comment-24296957-20140801124526

A tunnel. He was running down a tunnel. But, oddly enough...

He was outside himself, staring straight ahead into the darkness, a massive sword by his side, poised for a strike.

And in this tunnel, flashes of a life so familiar, yet so vauge lit up the space with happy moments. But that was only to last. Now, the happy visions lay wasted by an overcast, quickly followed by dark. The whole tunnel became an outside scene, the boy still running - but now through a forest.

He ran through an old, abandoned compound, seemingly unused for many years. But still the boy kept running, through dired-up ponds and withered fields, greeted by a drab-looking building complex with a large center structure.

But then, the tunnel returned. Flashes of still corpses, pools of crimson, tears of pain, lies, and screams filled the small space. And at the end, a pair of glowing eyes, laced with malicious intent. Charging them, the boy readied a strike, driving the large blade into their center, rolling afterwards.

But now, he was no longer in the tunnel. He was in that central building, inside what seemed to be a grand bedroom. Slowly coming to his feet, he gripped the sword, keeping his Aura up and ears open for any disturbances. But what layed in the middle of the room was something all too familiar.

Twin pools of blood.

"Mommy? Daddy?" he spoke, but then covered his mouth in shock. The voice was his own, but that of a small child. He fell to his knees, a golden feather slowly drifting from the ceiling. And then, the harsh sound of a blade slicing through skin and bone.

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Amet woke up in a cold sweat, his breathing heavy.

''It...was a dream. It was a dream...''