It was a bright and blue Saturday, with the woffs floating freely in the air. Hilda had the idea of going to the park for a day. Johanna decided it was a great idea, so she and her husband drove to Trolberg Central Park and spent the day relaxing in the sun, they even had a small picnic. Johanna smiled as Hilda played catch with her father, the sun beginning to set and their day coming to a beautiful end. Johanna watched in silent bliss from a nearby bench. It was such a wonderful sight for her, a wish that even her wildest dreams couldn't achieve. They'd toss the ball to each other, simply enjoying their presence. It felt odd how doing something so simple as tossing a ball back and forth could be so satisfying. After a while, Hilda missed a catch and the ball rolled to Johanna's feet. She leaned over and picked it up, "Don't worry, I've got it." as she looked up, she saw only Hilda standing in the grass.
She was sobbing loudly.
"Hilda? What happened? Where is your father?" She asked, concerned.
Hilda's cries stopped for a moment before she turned her head to face Johanna. There was blood all over her pale white face, it was almost as if she was seeing a living corpse. Hilda glowered at her, tears still flowing freely, "That's what I'd like to know, you bitch!" Johanna lost her footing at the angry expression on her daughter's face. She had seen her angry, but not this angry. "What did you do to him?!" She shouted.
"I..."
"You killed him, didn't you! You killed him!" Hilda screamed at her as her body grew taller and her eyes became covered in a green tint.
"N-no! I just..."
"Don't deny it! You killed him!" She repeated, her body growing even taller than that of a giant. Her once tiny hand clenched into a massive fist. "And now..." she brought the fist over her head and smiled. "I'm gonna kill you!" She began to laugh wildly and reared her hand back in maniacal glee.
"No! Hilda, please! I didn't... I didn't..." as the fist drew closer and closer to her, she pleaded to her hoping that she would understand. She closed her eyes and crouched into the fetal position, waiting for her impending doom at the hands of her daughter.
But the pain never came. As she opened her eyes, instead, she saw a shadow of a man. A silhouette as a blinding light enveloped her vision. A weak voice whispered into her ear, a man's voice.
"Awaken."
And the world became clear once again. She was gasping for air, was drenched in a cold sweat, and her bed had been torn up. Just as she caught her breath, she turned to the side. She heard footsteps coming toward her door and prepared herself for whatever was coming. The door opened with a faint squeak. "Mum, is everything alright?"
She stared at her child for a few seconds, before shaking off the uneasy feeling. "Uh, sorry, I'm alright. Everything's alright."
"Are you sure?"
"Hilda, I'm alright, there's no need to worry," she said assuredly. "You should go back to bed."
Hilda looked at her mother for a few seconds, before hesitantly heading back to bed. As Hilda laid in her bed, she looked to Alfur who was mildly concerned. "Is she alright?" He asked.
"I don't know, she said she was fine, but her bed looked like it was hit by a tornado. But she just told me to go back to bed."
"No one who screams that loud when they sleep can be alright." Alfur pointed out. "It might have been another one of those marra things."
"Maybe, but I've never seen a marra so bold that they would come for an adult. It's always been the children."
"Hm," Alfur hummed before yawning loudly, "Maybe we should probably deal with this in the morning."
Hilda was silent for a moment. "Can you stay with her tonight? Just make sure she's fine for tonight?" Hilda asked.
Alfur sighed and smiled. "Sure, just take me there."
"Thanks, Alfur."