Night
A scream breaks the stillness of the night.
Another scream. It grows louder, and closer.
It haunts.
She panics.
Maybe it was a bad idea to have sold that one.
Hemera, was it?
It doesn't matter anyway.
Nothing will happen, nothing will come after me, and I will be fine.
She keeps moving.
And an illuminated figure approaches her.
"He...me...ra..." the figure breathes, voice edgy.
"What do you-"
"I... Nyx..."
Nyx... She recognises the name from her scrolls.
What was her name again? That other daemon...
Hemera.
Nyx repeats herself, staring intently.
And all is black.
A/N: In all honesty, I had no idea what I wanted to do with this drabble, other than the fact that I wanted Dora to deal with Hemera and Nyx. Don't take this one too seriously. (Perhaps you might want to take the Eimira ones seriously. Okay, kidding. No more shameless self-promotion from me.) And I think this author's note might be longer than the drabble itself.
