Dream a dream and see through angel's eyes
A future that is mist, and though the dreamer tries
The demon of the night is hunting for her soul
Run away dreamer before he reaches his goal.
Leera Copse has always been strange. Daughter to a country s...
By the pricking of my thumbs something wicked this way comes- William Shakespeare
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Leera Copse awoke in a cold sweat of terror. The nightmare ebbed and Leera hugged her knees to her chest and rocked. It was so real, so sickeningly real. The spidery fingers clammy and firm, the oily voice, the heavy stench of rotten teeth and the feeling of helplessness. That feeling of powerlessness was what she hated the most. Even more than the demon that haunted her. Though he was terrifying enough.
She instinctively began to pack her clothes in a bag getting ready to run again when she felt the last dregs of the nightmare disappear and she sighed and stopped. She felt a tug on her night dress and turned to see her little sister Avery blinking sleepily. Avery had made her way from the other side of the room to check on her sister when she heard Leera awake and restless.
"Where are you going?" the 8 year old asked. Leera sighed with relief and turned to hug her sister. Avery's warm solid form reassued her that she was really and truly awake and not still in her living nightmare.
"Nowhere now." she replied. Avery patted her back and asked,
"You dreamed of Soloman again, didn't you? He's coming for you, isn't he? " Avery's voice came out in a terrified squeak. To dream of the Demon Soloman was to promise terrible events to come, or so at least the stories went. In her dream, she had been so certain. Had her worst mistake finally come to exact his revenge? Leera opened her mouth to reassure her little sister but was cut off by a crash that shook the house.
Avery screamed and cowered where she stood. Leera was equally frozen and listened with all her might for what was to happen next. The household was awake in an instant. She heard the sounds of her father and various manservants rushing to investigate. Then loud curses and the sounds of a fierce struggle broke out below. Leera was jolted out of her frozen state and reached for her sister.
"Avery, we must leave, NOW!"
The little girl was weepy and very scared but had enough sense to out on some shoes and a dress. Leera had barred the door to their room with a poker from their fire place but knew that this would not stop what or who was coming for them for long. She also slipped on a working dress. She had invented a rig that tightened all the stays and buttons making the act of getting dressed quickly a possibility. She depressed a button and the rig got to work finishing in a matter of a minute.
The sounds the struggle had turned to screams and then deadly silence.Then Leera heard the horrible ponderous footsteps approaching the door. She quietly opened her window and hooked a rope ladder that she had made to sturdy metal claws just inside the window and let it fall to the ground wincing as it struck for she feared that even the sight sound would give away their flight. She motioned her sister to begin climbing. Avery obeyed without sound or question. All the while, Leera listened carefully and set her traps one to freeze fire, one to stop flight, and yet another a half hearted binding spell. These would only slow him down.
