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Lucian could see it now. Upon the Horizon as large as a mountain was Morrslieb. The green moon smiling evily upon him from its impervious station.
He ran.
Running into the forest he noticed the barking of wolves. The monsters looming across the fields that were stalking him. They had started tracking him when they saw him standing before Morrslieb. Now that he was within the forest they were upon him.
As he ran a horde of ravens flew from the trees. The birds chattering causing the beasts to become confused and start to run off his trail. As he ran the Peasant noticed one of the Ravens, whose coat was so black he noticed it because of the void it left, was now leading before him.
He followed it.
He could hear the sounds of dead leaves and plants being crushed under his feet. The crumbling of plants as the life of the world was slowly drained into the death dirt underneath him. It hit Lucian at this moment, the smells being so familiar yet he could not place his finger upon it.
It was then that the Raven went flying into the air, scending into the heavens where it belonged. As Lucian ran upon the ground he was welcomed with a pair of fangs.
Lucian felt a cold sweat dripping down his neck. The sudden shock to his mind becoming aches in both his head and muscles as they had all tensed from the momentary freight that he felt. He had to get up and move his limbs.
The Peasant wiggled out of the pile that his family members made. They were like livestock being stacked so high off the ground and it was a little worrisome to get out of there without disturbing anyone’s sleep.
Walking outside he felt the cold air slam into his face. His thoughts were only that he wanted his scythe, for he felt like he should have something in hand. Something to calm his mind.
That was not much of a fight now. He gave the tool a few good swings to see how it felt within his hands. It was in some way satisfactory as he imagined some fiend attacking him. Yet as he imagined such a foe, it seemed all too real.
He could feel it, the desire for sleep creeping back upon him. Yet he resisted it for nothing more than the terror that was welling within his heart.
>Walk around the village
>Stand in front of home
>Head out into the Forest.
