Christmas One-Shot, 2022

The Ghost Arón

The Ghost Ohsus spoke, and Simon woke up in his bed. His bell rang in the silent night... 12 times. It was as though he was in a time loop, but something that he couldn't fix. Somehow, though, he felt as though that this was going to be the last time he woke up to the 12 bells.

He waited for a few moments, but heard nothing coming from behind the door. Slowly, he got up out of his bed and moved to the door. Even when he put his ear up to the door, he couldn't hear anything. He opened the door to find what seemed like an infinite void. And walking in the infinite void was a robed man with his hood pulled low, carrying a very sharp sword.

Simon took a step back and slammed the door. He turned to grab the key from his bedside table, but the robed man stood between them.

"Who... who are you?" Simon asked, noticing the room growing cold.

"Go..." the ghost said, pointing to the door.

"There's nothing out there!" Simon protested, but the ghost posted still.

"gO..."

Simon moved to the door, and threw it open. "See, there's nothing-"

Outside was the exterior of the inn, but it was demolished. Outside was figures fighting what seemed to be a child running around fighting a child. One was clearly a mage, casting what spells she could. Another was a serpent-like ranger who was clearly the most afraid of them all. And then the field exploded.

The child stood up, clearly knocked down by the explosion: the two others incinerated by the blast. Stairs descend from one of the towers, and down walks Simon himself. The real Simon is shook back by this, because the other Simon seemed almost... evil.

"The resistance is gone," Simon said. "Now, we  a begin looking for Sheerow, the Rightful Queen."

"This isn't my future!" Simon shouted, slamming the door and turning to the spirit. "Please tell me this isn't my future, I can't become the bad guy... not again."

"Go..." the spirit says, pointing to the door.

Simon sighs, and opens and walks out of the door... or would have if there was any form of ground. He began falling into the infinite void, screaming all the way down.

All the way onto his bed.