Chapter 2: Haunting
Lyf couldn't sleep all that well. He tried and tried, but the lesser tiefling couldn't get over the guilt of killing the guards of the town. He was just helping a friend out, right? Then again, Lyf recalled a slight motion from Durnick that may have been signalling for him to run. It was just glance at him, the door at the other end of the room, and short eye-to-eye contact. "Why?" whispered Durnick in his sleep. Or at least that's what Lyf think he murmured. Seeing as Lyf couldn't sleep himself, he decided to use a little magic he learned from his now dead parents and Surface Travel into Durnick's dream. After quietly reciting a small incantation in Abyssal, unsheathing his blade, and drawing a circle on Durnick's forehead and a line travelling from his hairline to the bridge of his nose in his blood, Lyf managed to Surface Travel into Durnick's dream.
He was met with a calm town out in the plains with a few trees and farms lying around. He also saw a figure that seemed to be a younger Durnick, around the age of 20, as far as he could tell. He seemed very calm and "at home," so Lyf concluded that this was probably where Durnick used to live. Lyf looked around at his surroundings to see if Durnick's subconscious was giving any signs of the future of his dream. He saw a dwarf forging a gemmed sword, a few, more built, dwarves sparring with each other, and a dwarf moving sulkily down the street. Perhaps sorrow was in the future? But a dwarf forging a gemmed sword, that seemed to top the depressed dwarf. Lyf took a glance at the dwarf at the forge one last time - the gems were mesmerizing. But they were now tainted black. Melting, too, along with the entire blade. The sky turned slightly darker, and Lyf was taken aback. Lyf started to drift off into the outskirts of the town to see if anything was amiss - a monster or bad weather, perhaps. On his way to the outskirts, Lyf contemplated on the meaning of the melting gems when he remembered a bit of dwarven history: Moradin the Soul Forger forged the dwarves out of metal and gems. Gems. Almost all dwarves praised Moradin, but even if Durnick didn't praise him, Lyf was sure he would have known of such a legend.
Screaming, blades swinging, blood spilling, arrows flying. The scene had suddenly changed to that of a battle scene between elves and dwarves. Lyf drifted off towards Durnick, only to find a warrior standing before him and protecting him. His father, perhaps? The dwarven warrior, wielding two dwarven waraxes, stood before a seemingly noble elf on his horse. "You killed Her. DIDN'T YOU!?"
The dwarven warrior quickly looked back at Durnick, eyes moving swiftly from Durnick to the fastest way out of town and back to swift eye-to-eye contact before he turned around and then said: "And? So what if I had anything to do with her death?" Durnick started to run off where the warrior had gestured to, and the dream disintegrated.
Durnick woke suddenly with a slight gasp. "Not that dream again," he murmured. He quickly glanced over at Lyf, who was curled up with the sheets of his bed covering him from head to toe. He then glanced to check that the bodies of the three guards, Moneybags, and the Deputy were still hidden before falling back to sleep. Little did he know that Lyf shed a tear that night, realizing Durnick's Haunting Dream was most likely part of his past. So that's why, he thought to himself. Seeing as his blood disappeared from Durnick's forehead, and Lyf didn't want to spill anymore of his blood, he fell back to sleep.
Author's Note: I hope you all enjoy it ... The first chapter didn't get many views at all :(... If nothing happens after this second one, then I'll stop, cuz I have better things to do ... So leave a review, follow, or favorite if you want – or not .