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Dreams and Visions


“Will you please stop that racket” snapped Ravana

“my dear lady it is called singing” replied Lorcan trying to act offended.

“hmph what she said” replied the half orc

“well it’s not like there is anything else to do is it, until everyone finds their feet again, we are all stuck here” the halfling was sulking now.

The argument ended, there was no arguing with him they had been waiting for almost a week now. Aidene was weak but healing and her sister did not leave her side, Targa was running a fever and in and out so they waited. Since the disappearance of the forest a storm had been raging over the blast site and the group had to move to a nearby cave to seek shelter when Lorcans house magic ran out.

The halfling began to whistle, “LORCAN”


“Targa, you have grown so big and powerful”

“I wish I had been given more time with you”

“I wish that too, but you wouldn’t be the man you are if that was the case”

“I owe everything to my father, for keeping me on the right path and guiding me.”

“he has taught you well my son”

At this the dragonbourne looked up, confusion filling his mind.

“this…. This isn’t real, my friends where are they”

A shadow crossed his mothers face as she placed a hand on his forehead “my child you are burning up come lay down, you must rest for what is coming”

Suddenly Targa found himself in an old house, his mother gently guiding him to a couch to lay down. That’s when he woke up to find Lorcan placing a cold cloth on his head as he sang. He patted the hafling on the head.

“Geez lad, I’m not a dog”

“always with the jokes”

“ladies love a joke”

“I’m not looking for any ladies thank you”

“ah but you should, tis no greater thing”

“I will take your word for it”

The dragonbourne sat up, but became dizzy.

“where do you think you are going? You have unleashed a storm and in no condition to go waltzin around so sit and drink the soup”

“thanks, how long has it been?”

“around a week”

The two friends sat in silence, before Targa fell into a fitful sleep.


“Quietly now you will disturb the fish”

“sorry, dad”

They were in the forest, fishing their favourite thing to do together as something moved behind them causing Targa to raise his guard, they were not alone.

“you know, the fishing was much better in the older days”

“really, what changed?”

“people, people changed it, you see they started to take less care and show the lands less respect and now the numbers have dropped around here”

Targa thought he saw a shadow but it was gone he turned his attention to the fish, but something felt wrong, as he turned back to the direction of the shadow a figure took hold  of his face in its hands.

“come to me”

Targa’s eyes sprung open, and his head was clear.

Author:

Sometime i will write things that surround my own mental health and the creative funny way i make it through a day. Other times i might write fantasy related things it really depends on what comes to me first and on occasion I may throw in a sketch for visual effect. Don't be afraid dear readers i promise to keep you safe and have you home by midnight (ish)

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