• There is a dream, a harsh dream of a man running for his life. He is dressed in armor, his empty sheath clashing against the metal on his leg and hip. His silver gleaming protection flashes in the night as he pushes pass the trees, a small whisper of magically laced voices echoing through the forest.

    Loyalty
    Loyalty

    He doesn’t seem to hear it or he chooses to ignore it as he pushed through the brush, his breath coming in gasps and his forehead glistening with the light of the full moon on his sweat. He glances back, looking to see if anyone follows but all there is a swift moving mist that was quickly taking the forest ground behind him. Panic flashed in his eyes at the sight of the mist and he pushed onward, faster than before, the branches snapping against his armor as he goes. The voices continue their chant.

    Loyalty
    Loyalty

    The trees deny him his escape and the roots trip him as he ran. He comes crashing down to the forest litter and the sound of snapping branches are so loud to him, it sounds as if breaking bones. He knew he was denied his escape and thus he accepted it, laying there on his back as he stared up through the canopy at the parts of the full moon he could see through the leaves. The mist slowly swarmed around him and he closed his eyes, holding his breath in anticipation. Instead of the painful death he was expecting, he felt a chilling cold hand on his cheek. Slowly his eyes opened and he found himself face to face with a mist creature, her eyes blazing like the silver of the moon above them, the mist swirling around her and concealing her nude body in a gown of white. She smiled at him, a gentle sweet smile. “You are mine.” She said in the kindest voice he had ever heard then suddenly her face changed. Her jaw dropped to her chest, revealing rows of vicious teeth. Her eyes flashed and the center grew black, spreading all the way through like ink poured on an empty paper until both of her eyes were as dark as midnight. Claws raked against the metal armor that covered his chest, scarring the crest that rested there. She screeched and he cried out just as she grabbed a hold of him and dragged him quickly into the mist. The only signs of him ever being there were the drag marks on the ground where the litter was disrupted and the birds that now flew free from the canopy out of shock and fear. The forest was quiet once more.

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