Role

Chapter 3

It was a bright day upon the shores of the lake, as he played with siblings
while his parents watched from close by. It was a rare day in which his
parents could relax and spend it with the family, allowing the worry and
tension of life to just drain away in the sunny afternoon. Always quick and
nimble, Lanathalis was always king of tag in which he would without fail
dominate his elder siblings. With laughter upon his lips Lanathalis shot
towards his elder brother intent upon tagging him and forcing him into the
water. Yet a sound caught him off guard which caused him to come up short and
trip over a rock which he had not seen. Sprawling into the shallows of the
lake, laughter is all he could hear as he spit water out. Though it was not
from his brother but from the direction of his parents. For now they stood
there watching, with a group of unknown hooded figures by their side.

..this was not right. Where had these figures come from and who were they? He
did not remember ever seeing them before, though his parents looked at them
as if they were friends. Scholars they had proclaimed themselves, yet there
was an ominous feel to them which screamed at Lanathalis' soul to run, get
away. Screaming at his parents, they seem not to care as they were deep in
conversation with these figures. It was as if he was not there! As he
attempted to get up, yet Lanathalis found that it felt like he was moving in
a gel of some sorts and that he was moving in slow motion! Screaming for his
parents to stop, the same black mucus spewed forth out of his mouth with a
foul acidic taste. Slowly the muck and gel griped tight upon him, pulling him
under as he watched his parents walk off with these hooded figures, no cares
given for their son which was sinking. The world was turning black as he sunk
deeper and deeper into the mire, a burning feeling deep within his lungs.

Yet he could hear his brother call out to him, telling him to wake up. With a
start Lanathalis' eyes snapped open, and he fell out of bed. His brothers
voice, he was certain he had heard it but it could not be so. The room was
empty and the door was secure, more so his brother had been dead now a few
years. Even more confusing was the nightmare of his parents as he truly had
no memory of them yet it felt as if he was there. He only had ever been told
by his brother when he was younger that they had gotten sick and died, but
his words had always seemed hollow. If such was not the case, what had his
brother been hiding from him? Though it was all for naught now with
Lanathalis now the only surviving one of the family.