Path of a Fallen Angel
The same dream. It occurred every night. And it was always the same. There standing in the beautiful meadow was the beautiful girl with the saddest blue eyes he had ever seen. She was dressed in and old-fashioned Medieval-style dress in a shade that complemented her pale features. Her own shadow beneath her began reaching slim tendrils up, trying to suck her into their inky depths. She began singing to him, her song hauntingly familiar but so distorted that he couldn't quite remember what it was. He sang back to her, his own words equally distant. The shadow's reached father up the girl's slim body as the song continued. Suddenly she reached out to him and he grasped her hand tightly. Alas, as hard as he tried to keep her close the shadows tugged at her. Finally she whispered five words. The only part of the song he could understand before the darkness took her completely.
"Don't leave me to die here," her hand finally slipped from his grasp and the beautiful maiden was taken away. Kurt Wagner woke up with a startled gasp, sending the sheets flying and his roommate, Dan Tomas, sat groggily up as well.
"Wha's goin' on Kurt? Why'd you wake me up?"
"Ach, I am sorry mein frieund. I did not vish to avaken you. I vas just having a strange dream, that's all."