Though he has never mentioned this to any of his closest friends, Ironhorse has been
haunted by a recurring nightmare of a dark figure who invaded his home one night and
burnt it to the ground. The nightmare is always the same, starting with a familiar
female voice in the dark and someone waking him from his bed. He is swiftly carried
from his room and out into the hallway, where sounds of a sword battle can be heard
downstairs.
As he is carried out of the house, he can see through its windows a fire quickly
spreading through the first floor of the house. His mother frantically runs toward the
woods on the border of the property with him in her arms, enabling him to see the fiery
scene behind them.
A dark figure steps out the doorway of the house, all in black and silouetted against
the flames inside the house. From this distance, all he can see of the figure are two
red eyes piercing out from under its hooded robe.
His mother runs hurredly through the woods for a good five minutes, glancing behind her
every few seconds as if sure something was chasing them. She stumbles upon a large
hollow log, and places him inside. She hurredly instructs him to stay hidden in the
log until she returns for him, and begins covering the hole with dried leaves and
fallen branches.
After she ran off, he waits for what seems an eternity, straining at first to listen
for her return. The woods go suddenly silent, and he can hear what seems like a strong
breeze briefly blow through the area just outside the log. The air becomes colder, and
through the concealment of branches and leaves, he can make out a dark outline go
slowly by, sending a different kind of chill up his spine.
The sound of a snapping branch echoes from off in the distance, and the dark figure
suddenly takes off with unnatural speed in the direction of the sound. Minutes later,
a scream pierces the darkness, and the wood falls silent once again.
He resists the urge to scream out, as his mind tries to deny what his heart already
knows. He lies there crying for over an hour, until exhaustion finally creeps up on
him. He spends the rest of the night asleep in the log, waiting for a mother who would
never return...
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