wrath of gods

The Nightmare

"Braden! Quick! Inside!" My father called to me from the door step with a candle in hand. He looked worried and afraid.

I was feeding the horse out in the barn when I heard a terrified scream and my father calling for me.

"What is it father?" I asked as I entered the old wooden house.

"It's your sister." He said as he motioned me to follow him up the stairs. As we ascended the creaky steps and through the dark hallway which was lit only by my fathers candle we entered into my sister Sarah's room. "We think she's contracted a Nightmare, and we need you to get the Hunter." Father said as he sat by my mothers side. A Nightmare is a terrible thing. A monster that destroys you from the inside out like a parasite. The only problem, is Nightmares are unseen. The human race is blind to them, all humans, except for the Hunter. The Hunter specializes in destroying Nightmares. And he has been doing it for our town called Village for decades. No one knows where he is from, or why he chose to help us. But he does.

"Yes sir!" I said as I looked at my six year old sister. She was pale and shivering. Her eyes were wide open, staring blankly towards the ceiling as she lied on her bed. Her blood shot eyes and bleeding nose made me feel anxious as I watched my mother begin to weep.

I quickly exited the room feeling ill.

I then quickly ran to my room and gathered my trench coat and a lantern as I left the house. The horse was rilled up as I approached him.

"What's wrong boy?" I said as I gave a petting to his nose. I looked the horse in the eye. And I saw fear.

"Snap out of it. We need to go get the Hunter." I said as I saddled up and lit the lantern and attached it to the side of the horse as I rode into town.

We were the Fisher family. We lived twenty or so minutes outside of our small village town called Village. We lived by a lake that sent a river past the down. The trail into town followed the river which cut through a thick wood. The path was made of dirt and stone. There were stone walls that were waist high along the path. No one was aloud over the walls. Because in the wood, that's were the Nightmares dwelled.

Once into town I could see a crack of lightning in the sky. It startled my horse, causing him to kick me off of him, and to run out into the wood. The horse would be dead with in the hour.

Village was made of several homes and shops, along with a church and school house. The Hunter lived above the local Tavern.

Another strike of lightning night cut the sky in two. And that was the sign for the rain. The pitter patter into the dirt ground quickly turned to mud, making my boots stick to the ground. I the burst through the tavern door.

"Where's the Hunter?!" I screamed at the tavern owner.

"He's upstairs, is something wrong?"

"It's my sister Mrs. Tavern." I said as I began to run upstairs. The Hunters room was at the end of the hall. I quickly ran across the hallway that was only lit by a candle by the stairs, causing my eyes the need to adjust to the darkness as I ran to the Hunters room.

"Hunter! Open up! We need your help!" I said as I began banging on the door.

The door then swung open allowing a massive amount of light to enter into the hallway. It blinded me for a moment.

The Hunters silhouette stood in front of me.

"Fisher boy, is it? What do you require?" As his scruffy voice vibrated in the air, he leaned close to my face, allowing me to focus in on him. He had an equally scruffy face to match his voice. He was long slicked back hair that reached his shoulders. He had a scar across his face that was deep enough to make him look deformed.