The Dreamer
Landon arrived home, searching around the house for a moment before returning to the inside. Lily had already been home, and either she had locked herself away in her room, or she was out hunting or tracking again. His curiosity wasn’t focused on what his twin was up to this time. It focused on the recent death to become of the woman of Evermoore. He laid in his bed, silently for hours upon hours across a few different moons, finally, he decided to give himself some rest before he attempted to find a solution to the woman’s death.
His body curled up into a small ball and tucked himself against the wall under the blankets. His eyes would flicker a few times before he fully shut them, entering into a deeper sleep that he so desperately needed. His mind danced over memories as if it was a movie theater for his brain to pick a dream subconsciously. It stopped on a snow lit wasteland.
He awoke in his dreamland, unfamiliar with the scenery that was in front of him, he saw nothing but pure bright white grounds and off in the distance, a shape that he could not quite make out. His body shivered as the icy snow touched his bare skin. He bore no clothes other than a soft pair of cotton shorts which seemed to always become his nightly attire. He had decided to start making his way towards the spot of shadows at the far end of the wasteland, hoping to find some warmth.
As he began walking, the first thing he noticed is that he would step into the snow and create a print, and then as he turned around, there would no longer be any sort of prints following him. He got closer to the tree, seeing a being sitting upon a swing along a tree branch.
“Excuse me.”
He called out, awaiting a response as she slowly rose, removing her hood and turning around to look at him, her face was more of a chasm with little to no recognition of a human entity. The eyes were black as night and her mouth had no visible signs of teeth. He took a few steps back. Reaching around his body to only remember that he hadn’t his weapon.
“I mean you no harm, who are you?”
She would drop to her knees, pushing out her fingers once again which would almost seem to turn to razor blades. Stabbing deep into her chest cavity and splitting it completely open. No blood would have fallen, but ash. Black soot covered the snow surrounding the woman. A loud shrill would send shivers down his spine as she began to crawl towards him. The ground, dying if it could with each movement she made, the blackness of the soot corrupting more and more of the blanket of white snow. He took another step back to only be met by the blackness, ripping on his skin as it pulled him into the ground with it, he attempted to move and brush it off and get it away but it was no use.
Before he knew it, he was buried in the ground, the only thing showing was the tops of his shoulder’s as well as his head. He sat, tortured to say the least as the woman creeped slowly towards him. His fears enveloping him, his inability to move, he began to panic as the woman stopped about 5 feet from him. “P-please.” She would let out another loud shrill before leaping at him.
He shot up in bed, panting heavily and drenched in sweat. He pushed himself out of bed and out of the bedroom, he noticed that Lily was home now and asleep, she hadn’t been out of the room, so he knew he wasn’t vocal in his dreams. He grabbed a cup of water and returned to his room, sitting at his desk, drawing the best description he could of the woman for the remainder of the night.
((Soft mentions: @the-wild-heart))