The Light amongst the Shadows

The Nightmare

*Ok this is a new story I'm working on and I think you'll really like this one. I want to thank my insperation: the British T.V show-Merlin! I have been in love with that t.v show for a really long time and it was my biggest insperation to create this story. So enjoy!*

"Run, Brigit! Run, get out of here!" I heard a voice cry. The voice belonged to my best friend, Oliver. "Run!" he shouted. I ran down a dark corridor, a blue glow at the end; I kept running and running, but seemed to be going nowhere. My long brown hair was tied in a braid which bounced behind me as I ran. My dull red and white peasant dress flowed behind me, getting in my way. I looked around with my brown eyes; I could hardly see a thing.  I looked behind my shoulder and saw creatures. They looked like dark shadows and they were running after me. I ran faster, but gave out; I couldn't run anymore.  Out of breath, I saw the creatures approach me. Their faces were ugly and terrifying.  I cried for help, but I couldn't scream let alone speak. No one could hear me. I was going to die. "Where is Oliver?" I thought.  A crash of thunder arose and rain started pouring down on me, soaking me. The sky was lit up by lightning. The creatures seemed like they wanted something from me; but what? I finally saw Oliver in the distance who was running, trying to save me, but more creatures came and took him down. But where they took him was a mystery to me. I was frightened and confused and that was all I knew.

"Brigit? Brigit!" Oliver's voice rang. Oliver's voice was the only sound except for the braying beating of my heart and the loud crash of thunder.

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As I began to awake, Oliver's pleading voice turned into my twin brother's.

"Wake up Brigit!" Peter continued.  I awoke with a start and gasped for breath. I felt someone put a hand on me in the pitch dark room and I slapped it away and retreated under the blankets.

"Leave me alone! I don't have it! I don't have it!" I shouted.

"Bridie, it's me, your brother, Peter," he said in a calming voice.

"What?" I looked up and a streak of lightning lightened the room and I saw my brother's face: the sweet, sincere, annoying face that I've known all my life. He was practically a dad to me, despite the fact I had two other brothers both older than I. I jumped at the thunder and recoiled to my brothers arms. I looked up at him and another lightning flash lit up the room. His eyes where sparkling with worry and concern; his face filled with lovingness. As soon as I had calmed down, I rested back in my bed. The house was surprisingly quiet. My brothers were all asleep from the hard work earlier today and all my sisters were out with their Ladies: Lady Marigold, Lady Eleanor, and Queen Isabelle.

"You've been screaming in your sleep," Peter started. He took a long pause and thunder erupted. He took a deep breath and sighed, "Again." I shook my head.

"Don't worry about me. I'm sorry, just go back to bed," I told him.

"No, I'm worried, Bridie. This has been happening for a month now and it's the same routine every night. What's going on?" he asked taking a seat on my bed.

"Why do you care?" I retorted a bit harshly.

"Because, I know that if Mum and Dad were here they'd be wondering the same thing, so you might as well tell me," Peter continued, "what's wrong?" A lightning bolt light up the sky and a loud crash followed it, then the pitter patter of the rain. Slowly, the rain grew until the ceiling began to leak. I sighed when Peter mention Mum and Dad.

"I've been having the same nightmare, Pete," I started. I looked out the window, then back at my brother. The room was utterly black, only to be lit up by the lightning bolts. "Where I'm running down this corridor," I explained to him getting more agitated, "and, I can't get out; Peter, I'm trapped, and there's-there's this blue light at the end. And for some reason, I want it so much. I'm running as fast as I can, but I can never get to it. Creatures follow me; scary creatures, like shadows!" I continued. Another flash of lightning and a crash of thunder was enough to scare the both of us and we jumped.

"And Oliver, he was in it, too! He was telling me to run and I have no idea why, but I wanted this blue glowing thing, and I felt like it was important somehow. These creatures were running after me and finally I gave up and they surrounded me, and when I screamed for help, no one was there, Oliver heard me, but the creatures took him down t-t-to who knows where," I told him. I looked at my brother in the darkness.

"Well, it's just a dream, so please Bridie, for Lord's sake, go back to sleep and try and get some rest," he told me putting his hand gingerly on the head. He got up and walked out the door.

At that moment, I wanted my mum to come back, and I never knew my dad. My mum, I knew, would be able to calm me. I knew she had died of an illness that had spread throughout the village, but my father; I had also witness him die, but for some odd reason, I wasn't sure how he died. It was only when I was six years old when he passed away. My older brothers and sisters had told me that our father had also died of an illness that was going around the village. But for some reason, I had the strangest idea that it was more than that; that it was something else, something not of this world. I shook my head.  "Only in your imagination, Bridie," I thought outloud, trying to shake the idea off. I sighed and fell asleep to the heavy pitter-patter of the rain.