>>5821122This was a dream.
You shouldn’t be up like this.
A faint green glow shone through the door to the rest of the house and out of pure curiosity, you pushed forward walking towards it.
You opened it with a creak and when you opened it, you found yourself somewhere where you didn’t expect to be in.
The throne room of the Royal Palace in Alterac City. It had been so long since you had been there the last time, yet you remembered every single detail, the pillars, the tabards and paintings on the walls.
The room was empty with barely any light to illuminate your way, yet you could make out a figure sitting on your throne…
Your throne?
Walking forward the light followed you, allowing you to see. When you stepped close enough to the throne, you saw who was sitting there.
You had to take a step back and cover your mouth as you wanted the retch due to what you saw.
For some reason Malevus sat on the throne, crucified on it with her chest cleaved open and ribs spread on her sides, revealing her heart and lungs to you. There were blood everywhere.
What did this mean? This was a dream? Right?
You stepped forward and reached for her. When your hand was close to her face, it moved. She moved and opened her eyes.
“Prince Alric.” Malevus, who was supposed to be dead, spoke with a hissing emotionless sound. “You are unclean, impure, tainted…”
You recoiled back in a shock and took several steps away from her.
Malevus ripped her hands off the nails that held her on the throne and stood up. Blood dripped off her red crimson hair, the drips colouring whatever remained of her clothes red and iron.
“Malevus…” You managed to say to her. It wasn’t her, it mustn’t have been her.
“Prince Alric…” Malevus Thing said back as she straightened her back before pushing her ribcage back together, bones that were clearly broken, creaking and cracking. “It is time for you to die.”
Your squire thing drew her sword from nowhere and with a high pitched screeching sound, the blade ate the air in the throne room before igniting on fire. A sickly green flame covered the steel and illuminated the rest of the throne room, revealing faint shadowy figures watching this confrontation.
“Prepare yourself.” Malevus said to you as she ran her fingers through her blood red crimson hair and as her cold dead eyes pierced into yours.
This was a horror. This was a terror. This was an abomination.
This was a dream.
Your body felt cold, it barely could move. Your hand moved to the hilt of the Cinder Sword and prepared to draw it. You felt frozen, you wanted this to go away.
Would you fight? Would you die?
This was a dream right?
>Draw the Cinder Sword and brave yourself. You aren’t going to lose to something that is masquerading as your dear squire.>Let her kill you, she is right. The Fel has made you impure and tainted. Let her purge you off this existence.>This is a dream, this must be a dream? You need to wake up from this nightmare.>Other, write in.QM: Dream?
