Nightmares never go away...You may chase them away. You can think you killed them...You may stop believing and forget them, but Nightmares never go away...Nightmares don't die...They just wait...
This is from my completed book that is published.
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Chapter 4
Embrance jolted awake. He sat up looking around and rubbed his face, trying to clear the fog and focus his headache away. Atheireyn didn't dream, or they might have but didn't remember them. To be honest, he didn't know if the others did, but he felt that he had dreams and could never remember them after he woke up. They were like a storm in his head that would dissipate when he opened his eyes. It didn't help that there was a storm moving through outside.
Everyone had probably moved into their caves by now...Uuuuugghhkkk, he took too much! I won't be able to stay asleep without more food or water, he complained to himself.
Embrance stretched and sluggishly crawled out of his sleeping area. He looked toward the mouth of the cave; the storm was going full force now. Some of the dust and tiny pieces were coming through the opening. He stretched again and walked over to the opening, pulling out a large black mass out of his pocket. Looking a little like tar, it resembled a cross between stretchy rubber and a piece of space.
The mass looked as though someone took a piece of space and cut it into a stretchable mass. He pulled and stretched it until the mass was wide enough to fit the mouth of the cave, placing corners of the mass on the left, top, and bottom and the right, top, and bottom.
The mass clung on the walls and kept most of the debris and dust out. Embrance turned and walked down straight to the main part of the cave to wait out the storm. He would need to go get water after the storm subsided. He walked down the cave's hallway to the left of his sleeping cave's opening. Fifteen feet down, rounding the wall of where the sleeping area and entering the larger cave, many would be shocked to see it.
There were no bones or dead things hanging, and it didn't smell like a monster lived there. It was dark. Atheireyn saw extremely well in the dark and didn't need lighting. What it looked like was a nice, livable area, not something a monster would live in. The ceiling came to about nine feet high and the width and length twenty by twenty feet roughly around with dug-out little alcoves in various parts of the walls. There in the alcoves were books of different shapes, sizes, and colors, odd-looking candles in brightly colored holders and unique knickknacks from different planets where displayed. Worn tapestries hung throughout, and several ceramic pots of various sizes and colors, some empty and some filled with random things found over passing time, skirted the walls. A few carpets lay scattered throughout the cave. Across from Embrance's sleeping area, close to the right wall was a mound of upraised dirt, about six feet long and three feet wide with a colorful tapestry on top of it. If anyone ever saw this living space, they would never have thought it belonged to an Atheireyn.
One thing Atheireyn didn't do was collect. Their caves typically were sparse with bedding and maybe a jar or two for water; they had no need for anything else. Embrance slowly walked over to the farthest wall where some of the candles were sitting, picked up three, something to light them with, and walked back to the dirt mound, placing them on top of it. He lit them, sat down, and watched the little lights flicker. He sat there in silence with a mournful, distant expression on his face.
