As Kasper's dream came to form he found himself in a area of pure white. A large ring of stone walls formed around the borders of this dream world. A barracks and tower formed in the center, rows of homes appeared from the nothingness, and soon the sky of blue formed with fluffy clouds that blotted the sun. Kasper walked slowly through this ghostly memory. It was Rorikstead, exactly how he remembered it, and he felt comforted and safe. He wanted it to be real, even though he knew it couldn't possibly. He was a personal witness to the flames that had twisted around everyone building, encasing them in whirlwinds of fire, and he knew that this could only be a dream.
He gasped as his own home came into sight, he could see the flickering flames of a warm fire lit within it's window. Without a moments hesitation he rushed to the door, with a clunk he pulled the door open wide.
His eyes widened and to his dismay the interior was dark and cold, he stepped inside and a rumbling filled the room, the likes of which made his spine quiver with fear. The fire blew out with a whistle of wind, and a coldness flowed endlessly over his body, freezing any skin it touched. Hello? He called out, his voice echoed as if he were in a tunnel, or a cavern. The rumbling continued to intensify as he stood motionless in the cold home. A scream made him jump and he turned his head to the door. The voice that shouted made him gape, it was familiar, it was… it was his mothers.
Rushing out the door he found the orange glaze of fire scattered across the landscape. The shadows became rigid as the roaring flames danced in the wind. He peered around frantically, still hearing the intense screaming of even more people. His friends, his family, all of them screaming. He darted forward and in the intensity he found himself screaming along with them. The deep rumbling returned to him, and he found himself shudder as hot air brushed against the back of his neck. With much reluctance he turned around, and in front of him, with eyes of furious red, the dark shadow of a dragon stared upon him, and before he could so much as react, the black spiked creature arched it's neck and spewed a thick stream of orange and red fire that wreathed around Kasper, engulfing him in a blaze of death.
Kasper darted upwards with a quick shout, breathing heavily as he sat up on the cot. He clenched his knees tightly, his knuckles turned white from how tightly he gripped them as he shook. His vision seemed to pulse as all the muscles in his arms clenched at once.
Pulling both legs over the side of the cot to plant them on the wooden floor below, Kasper pressed his palms against his face and already could feel the thick warm tears flowing over his cheeks and down his face. Sobbing silently he reflected on the dream, or rather the horrific nightmare. They're all gone… he clenched his eyelids tightly together. They're all gone… and I couldn't save them… the muscles in his jaw flexed as he clamped his jaws shut tightly. Clearing his throat, he looked to the window at the far end of the room. The moon was full, and it's rays of pale light masked all below it in an ominous glow.
With a shudder, he forced himself back into his cot, pulling the linen cover up to his shoulders, holding it tightly with both hands. Reluctantly his lids closed and he drifted into a sleep.