"a moment of weakness"
10. My muse is having a vivid nightmare and is crying out in their sleep.
He knew it had been too long since his sleep was undisturbed.
That night, Leon had a vivid dream of traveling through what was once Castle Palamecia. The ruins were cold and covered in dust and rubble, just like he remembered. An odd sound seemed to carry on the wind, and at first, he thought nothing of it. Then, it became louder and more distinct. Moaning?
Before he knew it, corpses rose off the ground, surrounding the knight. He recognized all the faces, mostly from Palamecia and Fynn. Even his parents were there just like he remembered. The moans were ones of pain, as if they still hurt even in the afterlife. Their stares were accusatory, even his parents, glares that pierced right through him.
Suddenly, the moaning stopped, and they all froze, as if they were statues. They all still held those leers. Combined with the silence, it chilled Leon to the bone. Then, a small voice began to mockingly taunt him in a cheerful tune.
“It’s your fault they’re all dead~ They want to have your head~”
He knew what it wanted from him. They were blaming him. It was his fault they were dead. It was his fault.
“Stop it! Go away! Stop!”
The scene faded with the voice laughing at him.
All the while, he thrashed on his bed crying and nearly screaming “stop” over and over.
