Nadar awoke with a gasp, grasping at the tendrils of terror that had flooded his dreams unable to reach the faint memory of the nightmare, trying to stand up he found his legs stiff in a frenzy trying to move his arms would not move either he saw a the foot of his mat a creature with eye that had no pupil that where only black no nose and only bones with gray skin taught over it bond it, mouthed words with fangs smiling heavily, he tried to scream but he couldn't in his mind he clad upon the nine words to save him he blacked out.
Dawn was creeping through the tent flaps when Nadar came too he was sweating still stiff he became aware of the cries around him and the nurse alceing a cool cloth on his forhead his visoned blured tarathanger entered the tent he nadar croked out "what happend" tarthanger responded " nethar dur neshethar uncrathul," nadar was shoked why was tarathanger using the old languge "no,no tarathanger, stop i live i live, I LIVE!!!" the words were ingore as the nurse was blasted back by a wave of energy the tent thrown from over the nadar was pressed into the growend the red wave washed over him the camp was desmated.
