Hopestar Books

The scene shifted, morphed, and changed altogether. He found himself amid onyx towers that glistened in the moonlight and stretched, drawn out, into the distant clouds. A malformed, shadowy winged creature landed nearby and turned its distorted face towards him, opening its mouth in a deafening shriek. He had a brief sensation of free-falling through nothingness, and then, with his heart pounding, he woke up.

It seemed so real this time. Even now, he could smell the acrid smoke and feel the heat from the raging fire.

His dreams held fragments of memories, dark fragments filled with smoke and fire, monsters and swords, pain and loss. These dreams haunted many of his nights. Sometimes, he’d try to untangle them, but just before they began to unravel, he’d stop and put the entire thing out of his mind.