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.