Through an aperture, he saw the Bloodcrow
sift through the bodies scattered on the track.
Dread hammered nails in his apathy, sowed
a frantic beat in his veins, magic jacked…
“Papa, wake up. You’re having a bad dream.”
Small hands patted Sarn’s face, empyreal
radiance cut ‘cross the scene in green beams.
His magic threw the dream, reached for the real.
Ran pancaked into a relieved embrace.
Sarn blinked away that dream but its presence
lingered like a whalebone in a back brace–
still pressing its unwanted influence.
“Why you not have good dreams?” Ran still held tight.
“‘Cause fanatics did bad things in my sight.”
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Follow Sarn’s Advent journey. It begins in the Curse Breaker Saga and you can check out related vignettes starring him on my Holiday page (for the Anvent sequence) and my Tales of Shayari page for non-holiday related misadventures.
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Inspired by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #88