༒Vision without action is a daydream,༒
Action without vision is a nightmare
He shifts around the bed unaware that he was currently witnessing a nightmare while asleep. He moves from left to right, and right to left in repeat until he wakes up which seems will not be happening anytime sooner. "My Lord" a voice ringed in his ear.
The shadows swept across the land of the elements. Everything that surpasses the creature in the dark fog of shadows turns into stone. The leaves crumble into pieces turning into ash. People screaming for help as tears stained their faces.
They saw as their loved ones whom they cherished turned into solid stone. As the tears in their eyes also turn into the solid matter along with their bodies. They scream in pain like the pain of a sword getting closer to the chest at a slow pace. As the skin slowly releases blood, and as the pain slowly gets vulnerable.
He whimpered in his sleep grabbing the closest object that was a pillow pulling it closer to his chest as he breathed heavily. Even if he couldn't tell this was a nightmare or not. He wanted himself to wake up as he suffers from the terrible vision and voices he hears.
"The Shadow Ones" he breathed. "They have returned" when the pain in his voice is heard. It was enough to break a person's heart. Shattering this into millions of pieces as it was a glass shattered into small atoms.
The prince stands from his throne. Watching as his family dies at the hands of the shadow ones. "I am the only one who can stop them" he breathed shutting his eyes closed harshly. As he bit his lip ignoring the pain as he tastes the blood that swelled.
"Keep the remaining civilians safe" he spoke taking a sigh of frustration, anger, and sadness as he takes off the his robe that was behind him. All that was left was his loose white linen, and his brown pants. "While I..." he sighs
"End the misery of the people as I end the existence of the demonic beasts..."
George shots are awake as he kicks the comforters sending them flying through the air. His legs bounce against the soft mattress, he catches his breath as he felt the sweat staining his skin. He comforters land on top of his legs like before, but some land in the floor slightly staining the sheets which the prince did not care about.
His eyes glisten when he sees the sunlight shining through the gaps between the curtains. The sun begins to slowly rise between the two mountains, as the sunlight flows through the river from afar.
The nightingale's tweets begin to start while keeps his shocked looking glare on the mattress while his thumb rubs against his fisted palms.
He wished he could scream mentally. Telling whoever kept giving him these nightmares that would occur often. The same plot of nightmares yet different scenes repeating over and over again. He didn't know what was the cause, nor did he knows what is wrong with him.
He sighed kicking the sheets to the left before he swings his legs to the other side of the bed launching himself up. "Another day. Another nightmare. Great" he huffed annoyed rolling his eyes as he was in front of a person who was giving him headaches throughout the week.
The days pass like it was the speed when a snail tries to get to the other side of a valley on a dry day where wetness is rare and water is unlikely. As the day of the Blooded Moon slowly nears, the nightmares seemed to get worst. Nightmares that were related to the shadow ones.
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Fantasia[Completed] Young Dream finds himself alone in the woods with nothing but his fighting skills to protect and live, after his parents died because of hunters and his house gets burnt down in the village. As he explores deeper into the woods, he finds...
