Rainie hadn't slept well the night prior. Her sleep was plagued with nightmares, as it usually was, but more so since she'd come to the Nagol territory. What was it about this place? She wandered from village to village, each place she went sparking her visions of her previous life. They became more frequent, more violent, darker and bloodier.
But last night's dream had been awful. It was different from her flashbacks, where she saw through her own eyes. Last night's nightmare was viewed from above, as if she were detached from it all, no more than a third party viewer.
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Running footsteps, moon overhead, trees and wind all around. There were also screams and fire, the dead among the rubble of destroyed cottages.
What was this? It seems slightly familiar...
There was a small speck of a girl, long hair a tangled river in the wind. She ran as if the Devil were at her very heels, breathing heavy and a look of determination on her doll-like face. But in her eyes was wild desperation of prey attempting to outrun a predator.
Is that…me?
The girl whirled, a bow visible in her left hand as she reached over her shoulder, running backwards lithely. The girl fired an arrow, and everything seemed to come into focus now. The dream remained excruciatingly blurry and vague, but now more shadows could be seen. Shaded figures scattered through the scene, each of them monstrous and terrifying. Feral smiles with gleaming teeth, eyes sparkling with bloodlust.
Vampires…?
The girl darted away, and for a moment, Rainie was able to see through her own eyes. Just the feeling of running over the rocky ground, the stinging in her bare feet, the pants slicing through her clenched teeth, and the stab wound that bled from her dainty wrist. There was a shadow advancing towards her, so she reached back for an arrow, but her blood-covered fingers met merely air. Her violet eyes widened fractionally, then threw her bow and empty quiver to the side and kept running.
If she survived this, she’d retrieve them later.
Her hand flew to her waist, and she yanked a silver dagger from her belt. Running to the vampire before her with impressive speed, she shoved the dagger though it’s chest. It’s blood splattered against her cheeks, and she winced as if it burned. Unholy blood...was all over her face.
What the hell started this madness?
She continued to fight savagely, killing monster after monster with blind fury. Adrenaline forced her to keep fighting, even though she was weak and wounded. Stabbing vampire after vampire, her pants turned to gasps, and her limbs just couldn’t take it.
I do not believe I am to win this battle...
She slumped to the ground, her strength depleted. She’d never felt so vulnerable, her vision blurring about the edges and her arms heavy as lead, her legs feeling similar. It frightened her.
The shadows gathered around her, murmuring amongst themselves. She forced her head up, glaring at them as if doing so would set the wretched beings ablaze.
Then the dream faded.
Rainie awoke from her troubled slumber with a start, her heart pounding, fluttering like a caged bird, and her breath heavy as if she still ran for her life this very moment. Her eyes were wide and her body was tensed as if ready for a fight, a blade clenched in her hand.
She took a deep breath, bringing herself back to reality, and dropped the dagger. Her heart remained at its frantic pace. She glanced around her. She was in a small room, with a single cot and miniature wardrobe. Rainie suddenly remembered that she’d come to an Inn yesterday during the rainstorm, after chasing off some bandits who meant to loot the place.
She tried to move her legs, only to find them tangled in the cotton sheets. The quilt was somewhere on the floor. She wasn’t wearing her usual black silk dress, but her red blouse and rabbit-hide leggings (pants). Her fiery hair was wild, and there was a layer of sweat over her ivory skin. She looked out the dirty window, finding it daylight. Freeing her legs, she went outside to ask if someone would prepare her a bath.
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Now, feeling refreshed and content (she forgot the dream already -_-‘) she set out. Her black leather bag was slung across her chest, sword and daggers at her belt, and her bow and quiver on her right shoulder. All set.
She started towards the next village.
(A/N: skipping the walk, cuz I’ve bored you with my dream description...)
After an hour or two, another village came into view between the trees of the thinning forest. This one was bigger, and sent images into her mind. They used to be so hazy, without much of a background and just simply vague. These were clearer, and Rainie could now determine the setting of her past.
Her eyes widened.
Is this...where I’m from...? She picked up the pace. She
had to explore this place. She looked towards a large oak tree, spotting the figure of a person on the opposite side as her. All she could make out was long dark hair, not a face or clothing to assist her. They seemed to be asleep.
With a wary glance about the forest, (she’s convinced someone’s gonna ambush her. it happens A LOT.) her hand fluttered to the sheath of her sword inside her black cloak. She was wearing her black dress today, but the hood of her cloak wasn’t up, leaving her red hair to dance about in the wind. Her damn hair was like a frikken beacon that shouted
LOOK AT ME, LOOK AT ME.She hurried on, attempting to be quiet and not wake the sleeping person. She threw a curious glance over her shoulder, and snapped a twig beneath her boot.
Shit.