Heroes in Nightmares

Lose yourself in fantasy...

The blood sky paints a grim picture of what awaits; the lingering stench of death and decay in your nostrils a sign of lives ended. Fear squeezes your heart in a vice like grip as you manoeuvre across the rug of inanimate bodies, gaping mouths silently screaming from the netherworld. Your uncertain eyes and unsteady sword-grip fixes on a group of ghouls tearing the innocent apart and you will yourself forward.

 

Your body screams against your advancement. You should be panicking! You should be turning towards salvation, yet you do not. Deep within the recesses of your being something feeds your resolve, fuelling your conviction in the Light with each step towards the Dark; realisation dawns as valour ignites and you charge with brave intentions.

 

Golden steel meets blackened skin as the end-bringer within your grip - a sword named Aurora - cuts through life and limb with adrenaline fervour, the earthen canvas beneath your feet transforming from evergreen to everblack. That is what they bleed, these monsters: blackness and evil and putrefaction. The vileness forms puddles beneath your feet, momentarily reminding you of your childhood days in muddy pools. Those were better days.

 

With a final swing of Aurora the last head rolls, bringing the carnage to an abrupt finality. A soft exaltation overcomes you, but your work here is not done: the soft whimpers of a nearby rocking child commanding your attention. And as you gather the small form in your arms, the child looks up, and with the rising face…

 

The sun rises outside, awaking you from your victory.

Reviews

[David Jae]

Very emotive and powerful.

I like the language that you use, your descriptions being simple and evocative, with no wasted words.

Ganbare

[Kels-Ace]

Thank you for your kind words.

I love to write with the aim to elicit images from my readers; obviously your mental constructs will be different than mine, and that is the beauty of it.