Role

Chapter 2

Set out to explore with his childhood friends, Lanathalis soon found himself
in parts of the woods which no longer felt familiar. A cold mist seem to
almost rise up from the ground and a chill was in the air. Looking over his
shoulders to yell to his friends, he soon found that he was all alone. He
could hear his breath quicken as he quickly searched the forest and it
appeared to be void of life. Not even the sound of birds or insects could be
heard which had just been there previously. He had been in these woods time
and time again, and this simply should not be here, wherever 'here' was.
Turning to backtrack where he had came from, Lanathalis no longer could
differentiate which way was which. Looking up at the sky, it had an orange
hazy glow about it which seem to obstruct the sun to give him any sort of
reference.

As panic started to set in to young Lanathalis, a soft calming voice could be
heard singing somewhere just out of sight before him. Like that of the sweet
call of a siren, he found his breathing returning to normal and his pulse
calming down. It should not be this way, he should run yet his feet would not
listen. Step by step he feels his feet pulling him towards the song through
thick brush and briars. Cutting and ripping his flesh, he seems not to care,
though his mind is wanting to scream out to stop. A small clearing opened up
before him as he emerged torn and bloody, into a grove in which a waterfall
dominated the center of it. But those trees, they are always the same. Ash
grey in color with bark flaking off, the trees which have always plagued him
growing up. Though for a moment Lanathalis is able to pull his eyes away from
the trees and towards the voice which is singing within the waterfall. A
female wood-elf with shimmering skin simply sat upon the rocks with the water
cascading down around her. Such a beautiful voice, he only wanted to reach
out to her, to touch her and to be enveloped in the lovely melody which she
sang. Yet as he placed one foot into the water, the mystical figure turned
her head towards him and her song turned to a wail. Where her eyes should
have been, was only that of empty sockets with blood pouring down from them.
Her shimmering skin began to peeled and flaked off as she made a move towards
young Lanathalis.

His screams soon brought him out of his own nightmare, as his bed was
drenched in sweat. It had been over a year since his last nightmare and he
thought he had outgrown them, yet this was all too familiar. Though
Lanathalis had never remembered that of the female before, the female which
he could see when he closed his eyes. A beauty which had been ravaged and
destroyed, reaching out to him in pain. Even though he was burning up and
sweating, a cold chill rolled down his back causing goose bumps to form on
his skin.