Nightmares of the Past Oct 27, 2014 15:49:27 GMT -6
Post by vullgar on Oct 27, 2014 15:49:27 GMT -6
Nightmares of the Past“Don’t you remember me, old friend?” the hollow voice chills Vullgar’s bones. It was familiar yet completely different. He would turn to see a face, pale and scarred; it was a face that use to bring happiness to him. Yet here, in the cold tundra’s of Northrend, it only brought him a great sadness. “You are not him!” Vullgar said, barely believing his own words. The words did not mend his mind and heart that were tearing themselves apart because of what he was seeing. “Oh, that’s where your wrong.” the man with the hallow voice said before he charged toward Vullgar with his sword raised to oneside “Come I will show you that it is me!”. Vullgar is frozen, he can only watch as the man charged toward him. He was only five feet away now, almost in striking range and Vullgar had yet to even brace himself for combat. His throat seemed to close up and tears came to his eyes. The man with the hollow voice jumps in the air coming down with his sword. “Fight me!”
Vullgar sits up in his bed in a cold sweat, the man’s hollow voice still echoing in his mind. He is breathing heavily and is clutching the sheets in his fists. It takes him a minute to realize where he is. He scans the room; his fellow Vanguard sleeping in their bunks, the dim light giving the room an eerie feel. He looks down at the bed in front of him. Finally coming to realize it was another nightmare. Vullgar shakes his head letting out a slight chuckle under his breath. He lays back down in the bed and stairs at the ceiling thoughts of the past plaguing his mind. “Only a nightmare.” He finally says softly to himself rubbing the scar on his chest, before turning over and closing his eyes hoping sleep would come back to him.