❝I don't know what I keep seeing. . . All I know is that every second I close my eyes. . . pure carnage enfolds.❞
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❝AVADA KEDAVRA!!❞
ELYSIAN'S EYES SNAPPED wide open, the sweat almost acting like a second skin and his breathing was painfully uneven. The young Black sat up in his four-post bed and buried his face in his pale hands. A shaky breath released from him, he shuddered and gasped for oxygen as his mind constantly replayed the events of the dream.
It was dark, almost foggy, illuminated by the pale moonlight which barely peaked through the dark night clouds. There was a gravestone, the statue of a fallen angel or grim reaper, holding a dusty scythe. There was also a name, craved into the tombstone. It was vague, lingering somewhere in the back of his mind, the numbers and letters foggy, the image blurred.
"Nightmare?" Theo asked as he ripped open the curtains of his four-post bed. Elysian gave him a blank look which urged Theo's sharp grin to grow further.
"Come on, there is absolutely no chance Elysian Black gets nightmares." he ranted on, much to the annoyance of the young Black.
