Demon's rising

Ch.6 Nightmares

Have you ever had terrible nightmares before? I mean the type of nightmares that haunt you every time you go to sleep? every night slurin would have nightmares, but in his anger and sorrow, these are the worst nightmares any one could have, because these nightmares come from the very source of where the demon's we have began.

Slowly slurin's fingers clawed through the mud. For days he dragged himself, following the long-dead trail towards lureana. He only stopped to drink. Although there wasn't much to drink from the shallow, dirty puddles on the beaten path. For days he desperately fought back the pain of his stab wounds. For days he desperately tried to contain his anger, his hatred against aviean. For two and a half months he crawled, his strength was all but gone. His mind was frustrated, confused, lost. He couldn't find an explanation of why his wounds wouldn't heal; everything in his life was going wrong. Pain, pain was all that he felt. As the sun was setting that day his mind had become cloudy, his body was burning. He struggled to keep going, he pushed, strained for his body to keep going. He could only see a dark, fuzzy shadow approach him before he entered a world of darkness.

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Slurin's mind rang with screams. Petrifying, horrible, shrieking screams. A trembling man was before him. Pleading for his life, begging for mercy in front of him.

"Please….please I beg of you."

"Oh, but I gave you a chance… and now my young son is going to show you how we deal with traitors!"

Slurin's little five year old hand shook as he raised a knife.

"Please! I only serve you! Please! I have a family to care for!"

"Slurin. Kill him."

Slurin's heart raced. Red fire started to sprout in his father's eyes. A firm grip grasped his arm.

"Slurin… do it now!"

Slurin screamed as his body shocked him back into conscious. He breathed hard as big drops of sweat dripped down his face. An old man wrinkled with age came into the room; he smiled an old gentle smile as he came next to slurin's bed side.

"Well, well, well…come back from the dead have you?" he chuckled as he helped slurin sit up. "Is it warm down there with the devil?"

"What?" slurin asked groggily?

"Well you've nearly been asleep for two months now, tossing and turning non-stop. I found you dying in the middle of the road leading to town; you had enough "midon poison" in you to take out twenty, healthy solders."

A loud knocking came from the front door, slurin cold only feel the adrenalin rush through his veins as he leapt out of his bed.

"There after me!" slurin shouted as he struggled to run.

His body became weaker with each step. Each muscle strained, sweat mingled with blood as the wounds tore open.

"Wait! You still have to heal! Stop!" the old man shouted trying to keep slurin from falling.

Slurin fell to the floor. Blood flowed from his wounds, a voice screamed in his head to kill. An emotion so corrupted with pure delusion and madness, consumed in darkness with only pain to join. Slurin slowly felt his breathing slow, his sight drifted… nothing but darkness remained.

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A soft wind blew, the trees swayed and danced with the wind. The soft ground was warm; the sun was high in the sky as slurin woke. The wind lifted him up gently until he could stand. His body had healed, he looked at his hands, he had no claws, no grey skin, his hands had become normal. He slowly felt his face. No scars. He slowly looked around the golden meadow.

A stronger wind started to blow, the trees began to wilt and catch fire. The ground became hard and black. Thousands of dark souls flew from the sky and tore in to slurin. He screamed with excruciating pain before he felt hot fire burning his skin.

"Wake up!" a distant voice shouted.

Slurin opened his eyes. Lureana held his hand tightly, she quickly embraced him. The joy, the love, everything became overpowering. A dark presence was coming towards them, slurin's mind flashed with images of the dark king.

"Lureana run!" he screamed as the wall next to them exploded in flame.

Slurin coughed as he tried to stand, claws ripped into his back as he was thrown into another wall.

"Where is she boy!" rowin shouted as he grabbed slurin. "I need her?! Where is she?!"

Slurin's claws slashed into his attacker's face, rowin screamed in pain as slurin fled into the woods.