Forever it stretched, beyond her sight the darkness lay waiting. Faintly
heard in the distance were screams, screams of pain that chilled the soul.
Serena could feel the darkness watching her, waiting for her to make one
wrong step. It stalked her, it wanted to add her voice to the unseen
voices that cried in eternal torment. She could feel it drawing ever
closer, like a deadly predator that had found its prey. Whatever it was
caused Serena to shake in fear as it drew closer. Closer and closer it
came until Serena could not tell whether or not she would die out of sheer
terror or from the darkness that hunted her. And then, all of a sudden,
the fear was gone! In its place was a feeling of complete safety, it was a
soothing balm to her shattered nerves. Despite the fear that still
lingered around her she felt completely at ease, nothing could hurt her and
nothing would in this presence.
Serena looked behind her to see a young man dressed in black and silver armor with a black cloak that billowed out in a sudden breeze. He looked to be no older than her, with long blonde hair that fell to his waist. He seemed to regard the darkness with calm amusement as he walked towards her. She saw that he was very tall, well over six feet, but it was his eyes that caught her attention. They were a deep sapphire blue that had no white or pupil, just that deep endless blue.
"The darkness grows ever stronger princess," he said with a deep voice that had a slight growl to it. It was a voice that could command kings, a voice that could make hardened men quake with fear. But to her it merely sounded gentle, almost pleasant in its richness.
"Who are you?" she found herself asking this stranger that she felt so safe with.
He gave her a gentle smile, as one would with a loved one. It was a smile that she returned without reservation. And then, in the blink of an eye, he was embracing her. And if it even seemed possible she felt safer right there in his arms.
He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Iriali kamil, zhiatir." And then Serena woke up.
Serena looked behind her to see a young man dressed in black and silver armor with a black cloak that billowed out in a sudden breeze. He looked to be no older than her, with long blonde hair that fell to his waist. He seemed to regard the darkness with calm amusement as he walked towards her. She saw that he was very tall, well over six feet, but it was his eyes that caught her attention. They were a deep sapphire blue that had no white or pupil, just that deep endless blue.
"The darkness grows ever stronger princess," he said with a deep voice that had a slight growl to it. It was a voice that could command kings, a voice that could make hardened men quake with fear. But to her it merely sounded gentle, almost pleasant in its richness.
"Who are you?" she found herself asking this stranger that she felt so safe with.
He gave her a gentle smile, as one would with a loved one. It was a smile that she returned without reservation. And then, in the blink of an eye, he was embracing her. And if it even seemed possible she felt safer right there in his arms.
He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Iriali kamil, zhiatir." And then Serena woke up.