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Nightmares Part 3 - The Night-The Night-It wasnt long before they had passed through the gates of a monstrous stone structure. The clouds seemed to revolve around the two large spires on either side of that eerie castle, and with each step they took toward it, the worse the weather grew. The wind had grown into a fierce, numbing sensation on Renths cheeks, each gust stinging even more when combined with the sharp beads of rain. By now limp strands of hair were pasted to his forehead and cheeks. Renth clutched the frayed cloak around his body. If that sudden explosion of stormy weather werent enough to ward of visitors to the castle, the lightless windows and wicked, almost consuming dark atmosphere would be. At first, he had dismissed the thought that evil could have actually taken control of his sisters body, but now that didnt seem so ridiculous. And as lightning illuminated the sky behind the clouds in crooked patterns, he found thoughts of the dark man from his dreams returning.
Nightmares Part 2 - The Day-The Day-A warm and deliciously fresh aroma filled the air in the tiny kitchen. Among piles of pots and pans was Mrs. Goldsmith, stirring a soup here and spreading a batter there. Sitting patiently at the table while watching her bustling mother was a cheerful young Evelyn, a wooden fork in one hand as she licked her lips, anticipating a wonderful breakfast."Mother, is it almost finished?"It is, dear," the busy woman replied, tasting the soup for perfection. A squeaking door from the end of the kitchen opened, and out stepped a sleepy-eyed adolescent boy of about thirteen years. He slid over to an empty chair at the table and slumped down into it. Mrs. Goldsmith, still hustling about at the kitchen, didn't notice his arrival. Evelyn, on the other hand, pointed the fork at her brother."Hey, good morning! Wake up, would ya?" she giggled, waving the wooden object back and forth at him."Oh... 'morning," the boy replied sleepily, yawning and rubbing his eyes."Gosh, you look like
Nightmares - The Dream-The Dream-A single flickering flame upon a lone wooden bench illuminated the black room faintly. Inside those walls, it was cold, dark and bare, besides a velvet rug dyed scarlet. Silent was the space between the stone, save for the eerie howling of a savage wind outside, a wind that echoed through the night like a wicked phantoms call. Suddenly piercing the atmosphere, high-pitched shrieks and desperate cries rang out against the walls and spilled from the windows of the primitive stone castle. A sharp thud stunned the rocks; and a body was hurled to the ground. A little shadow began to weep."Please! Please, don't hurt me!"The sobbing continued, as the young boy raised his weary face in fear, hair disheveled and skin dampened from the brutal rain outside. Another figure stood just in front of the window, the blue moon light etching his shadow onto the floor. It was a tall, lean body wrapped in midnight coats and cold silver armor. The child upon the rug clasped together his