Perchance to Dream Vol I

The wind blew through the hair of Ross Boiler, or rather of the body of Ross Boiler and the one who now occupied his body as the young boy had snuck out of his house and now wondered the woods outside.

To the one that was now Ross he wandered through the dark ground and woods in order to fully grasp his new state. Having remembered that in a previous life he had read many stories with a similar subject Ross was confident that this was just a dream, born of flight of fancy.

So he went without fear into the deep, dark woods. Woods that where unnaturally easy to traverse than the real ones that he spend his childhood in, a first clue that this was not like the real world.

And the same could have been said by when he encountered a gathering of banshees in the woods. Fearsome corpse like apparitions of women who were mistreated and they all looked at him and started to circle and spread their dark arts around him.

Banshees could not truly kill their victim, no, they had to have their victim give into their hypnotic songs and arts. And Ross just walked through them, their songs had no effect as he treated them as one would treat the Boogeyman.

An apparition that only exist in one's imagination. The stunned banshee's followed this unnatural boy as he had seemingly defied magic itself as he went deeper and deeper into the woods.

Past gatherings of undead that starred at him in surprise as he looked at decay on two legs with a passing curiosity. Ross walked deeper and deeper without fear or concern.

Why should he be concern about something that only exists in his head?

Then he stumbled onto something.

He had tripped and hit his knee and the pain made his blood run cold. For he had never sensed pain in a dream before and he realized that he was now alone in a dark unnatural wood, filled with terrors of a dark nature, and bereft of the ignorance that acted as a shield against the dark creatures.

Dettagli