Musical Soul
The Cult
On the day my travels sent me back home, I was happy. Food in my belly, lips moist with wine, horse under me. I was ready to come home. As I set sail so did Akroth and his men. I drew my sword cutting the grass by me as I rode. I was bored as I rode. I smelt smoke. I rounded the corner and saw it. The bodies of three women hanging from the post. Blood drenched the area and it smelled of burnt flesh. I lifted my sword higher and jumped from the horse.
"Akroth!!!! I demand you to show yourself!!" I bellowed. As I spoke these words the sky turned crimson and black clouds formed a funnel straight to the ground. Akroth stood before me now. His skeletal mask stared at me menacingly. His hand clenched around my throat and I dropped my sword.
"Ah, Kris. Nice to see you." He spoke deeply as he crushed my throat.
I shot upright in my bed, stiff as a board. Sweat forced its way from every pour in my body. Just a dream. My throat hurt. I must have been screaming. He can't hurt me. He's dead. Right?
"Akroth!!!! I demand you to show yourself!!" I bellowed. As I spoke these words the sky turned crimson and black clouds formed a funnel straight to the ground. Akroth stood before me now. His skeletal mask stared at me menacingly. His hand clenched around my throat and I dropped my sword.
"Ah, Kris. Nice to see you." He spoke deeply as he crushed my throat.
I shot upright in my bed, stiff as a board. Sweat forced its way from every pour in my body. Just a dream. My throat hurt. I must have been screaming. He can't hurt me. He's dead. Right?