Just a Dream?
The night was quiet save the usual sounds of the sea lapping at the seawall or the pier and there was the Storykeeper staring out at the ocean. She had slipped out, too afraid to sleep. Her most recent nightmare and then what happened when she touched her book... She thought back on it.
Eyes closed as she so easily recalled the whispers of a mother to a child. It tugged so perfectly at heartstrings and she fell for it. She disdained dreams for that reason, one of the few places she lacked control. Lamprey and leech-like creatures even tearing apart the runic symbols upon her arms riping apart her illusions as if they were nothing!
“Help us. Guide us. We are all so lost,” came whispered voices, young and afraid as the shadow stood transfixed bathed in its medium.
It was so vivid, lost in that dreamscape. A tattooed hand rubbed at her face before folding her arms and rubbing them in an effort to give herself some false sense of comfort. Her right arm heavily bandaged, if Lamaiyn knew he hadn't mentioned it. Perhaps he was hoping she would tell him? She couldn't. What if whatever this was came after him?
When one spends so many years on their own it is difficult to admit something is too big to handle on one's own. Taking a deep breath she thought back to her tome. Another story? A poem more like it... It felt wrong, it was wrong. No one gave it to her! How did it get there?! What was wrong with the pages?!
Even with the prospect of Lam in bed, she felt a ball of icy dread in her stomach. The dreams weren't constant, but when she reached for her book after waking. Eyes look down to the bandaged arm. Numerous puckered red welts, oozing with blood and puss, the tiny kisses of the Writhing Young now decorated her arm.
It wasn't all a dream.
A helpless sigh leaves her lips.
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