#alydriel

He could feel the mud, taste the metallic liquid on his tongue, smell the heavy aroma of the pine. And then the flashes ended. He was stumbling backward, slamming into the wall. His heart picked up and lurched. At the edge of the hall, he hears a door slowly opening. He doesn’t look until he hears the distinct sound. The gargling noise that was half mixed with a low growl. He’d heard it before. It was something he’d heard in his dreams. It was what had awoken him as a child. He remembers the eyes… black as night with glowing irises. He feels the familiar burn in his eyes as the lump starts to form in his throat. The feeling rushing through his veins. He never did find out if it was real.