Phield of Flames

1.4

A sinister laugh rippled throughout the dark decrepit room and in my crumpled-up state, I finally cried. There wasn't any searching for salvation this time because now I realized there was no salvation, the deity finally realized there wasn't any escape. I had to be saved, I would have to be forgiven, but for what I had no clue. Now we were trapped, this time we had not an ounce of hope, and it was immensely worse than when we did. 

Tears tracked down my red cheeks and my naked body shivered in pain as I couldn't move from laying on my weakened shoulder. 

This dream was entirely different from the others, I retained all my injuries from my last dream, I was no longer searching uselessly for objects and now I was completely naked. Like from the end of my last dream, my shoulder had been ripped off and had created a never-ending river of blood. Every few seconds I would begin to die only for it to restart, over and over.

My forehead creased in pain as the unforgiving figure in the shadows approached, their aura had become more hostile and it physically pained me to be near them, but I couldn't move. Stuck laying on my missing shoulder, I couldn't move an inch away from them.

The only time I moved was when they dug their incisors into my other shoulder and pulled me up. My eyes closed firmly as the breath of the monster fanned across my face. The hot breath was harsh, my skin burned when the acidic air came in contact with it. 

Tears still streamed out my eyes but I refused to look at them. I ignored its demands and the growing pain in my shoulders as they dug in deeper. I had to find some type of motivation, and not giving the monster any sort of satisfaction seemed to be the only one I could grip onto.

“It is useless, deity, Ilworegrk. Open your eyes and look into your future, your reaper. You have nothing to lose but your body. Open your eyes.” they snarled out the word 'deity' as if it pained them to say it with even an ounce of emotion.

A retort scratched at my throat but my lips stayed clasped shut, this dream wasn't my own, these actions weren't my own. I begged for the deity to wake us up, to release me from the dream, but she only remained silent.

My shoulder cracked under pressure and I screamed internally as my other shoulder was ripped away from me. She was showing not a single emotion and was too determined to give the monster what it wanted. I wept for what felt like hours as the monster ripped my body to shreds, but I was still alive, for some horrid reason I was still alive.

The monster roared viciously and threw my limp body away from him, they were more than angry and I so badly wanted to open my eyes.

“You are so idiotic, deity. The child is right, you have no humanity. Your actions never change, not even for your vessel and it's appalling. No longer will I put this child through the pain and trauma meant for you, but you will get your just desserts, and I will be the one gladly giving it to you.” the monster snarled and snapped his fingers releasing me from my sleep.

It was like I was separated from sound by a barrier, seemingly soundproof, but my ears strained to hear whatever it was. I couldn't move, and I didn't want to as the pain started to creep back into my body with my consciousness.

"Effie."

The voice seemed so far away, but like it was in front of me at the same time. There was this part of me telling me to move, to look up, but it was like I was paralyzed. I was scared. I felt the more I moved, the more pain that I would endure, and I was scared of that pain. So I didn't move, I didn't flinch, and I didn't blink, I just laid there.

Then the barrier snapped, and all the sounds of panic rushed to my ears. It felt like my eardrums would explode, there were screams filled with fear and yelling all about. There was not a sound I could focus on, and nothing that would make me move.