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Ochalla
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As a small child Wren had night terrors from time to time. Dreams of shadowy persons chasing her. As her childhood anxieties were replaced by more mundane life, she finally stopped having such dreams. In fact her life was filled with little fears and only a minor amount of stress and she generally slept blissfully. She couldn't even recall the last time she had a nightmare.
Tonight though the shadows chased her again. This time with fire and smoke. Deep was her sleep and she barely made a whimper, though in her mind she was screaming when she saw the blood. The nightmare kept her trapped though out the night but finally she was released from it.
To a reality that was not much better. Where all her nightmares could not be brushed aside, for they were all true.
Wren did not even realize what woke her was the sound of her own sobbing as imagination and reality found their proper place in her mind. With tear stained cheeks she lifted her head and looked around, to find the light, and ended up seeing the silhouette of something that just did not make sense causing her the cease her outward sorrow in confusion.
With a voice of loss she spoke her inquiry simply. "Wh-what... who?"
Tonight though the shadows chased her again. This time with fire and smoke. Deep was her sleep and she barely made a whimper, though in her mind she was screaming when she saw the blood. The nightmare kept her trapped though out the night but finally she was released from it.
To a reality that was not much better. Where all her nightmares could not be brushed aside, for they were all true.
Wren did not even realize what woke her was the sound of her own sobbing as imagination and reality found their proper place in her mind. With tear stained cheeks she lifted her head and looked around, to find the light, and ended up seeing the silhouette of something that just did not make sense causing her the cease her outward sorrow in confusion.
With a voice of loss she spoke her inquiry simply. "Wh-what... who?"