Chapter One: Nightmare
Tray woke up, his bleached white hair drenched in sweat after awaking from the nightmare that has plagued him for days now. Each and every night, this dream about being trapped and watching his friends being killed in front of him while he could do nothing to help went through his mind as though it were really happening and then like always, he would wake up either screaming out or soaked to the bone in sweat.
Sighing, Tray got out of bed and walked to the window of his home. The ocean rolling onto the sad of the beach where he lived calmed him down some, but he still felt the fear settled in his heart like a snake burrowing into the ground. Pulling on his boots and cape, he stepped outside and felt the cool wind against his face.
Behind him, Tray heard the familiar rustling of his faithful pet Max, a storm hound who stayed by his masters side through thick and thin, even at such an ungodly hour as this. Kneeling beside his pet, he gently brushed the dog's blue colored fur as it curled up against Tray's side, smiling contently as they both laid on the sand staring into the star filled night sky.
Tray closed his eyes and pictured his friends alive and smiling. he wanted only to see them like that and not think of his nightmare, but it seemed to haunt him, allowing only the smallest glimpse of their faces happy before changing to the horrific scene he watched every night unfold in his sleep.
"Tray?" asked a kind, tired voice.
Tray opened his eyes to look into the face of his beloved wife Michaela who showed her concern for him openly in her face. since the nightmares had begun he had been sleeping less and less and he knew his wife and his friends were beginning to become concerned for his health.
"I'm ok Mick", he said smiling as she smiled a sad smile back to him.
"Same dream?" she asked.
He nodded.
She nodded back and sat down beside him and slowly lowered himself to his side, taking in his pale condition with concern she laid her head against his chest and listened to his breathing. Moments like this she treasured but she wished it did not come because of such horrific dreams in the middle of the night.
After a few moments of just laying there listening to the waves hit the sand, Tray looked down at the almost asleep Michaela and slowly shook her shoulder.
"Baby you need to go to bed. I will be in, in a few minutes ok."
she nodded tiredly and went inside, but it was another couple hours before Tray felt he could lay back down once again and face the haunting dream with as much bravery as he could muster. Never let it be said, he thought to himself, that I, Tray Skylar a Storm Promethean Diviner was stopped by a little dream. he just shook his head and laughed at his own comment. If his friends heard him think that, they would really know something was wrong. Cause when it came to sleep, Tray was always the first for it, but not this time.