Illu'vatar

"Sit down and relax," said Regan as she brought me a cup, "and explain what that was."

"Well...to make a long story short, I'd guess it was something that was left over from the dre... I mean nightmare I had this morning. It was different from the ones I'd been having before. As far back as I can remember, I've been having dreams of a man with bright emerald eyes full of malice and hatred, bathing in flames. Recently, I was able to clearly see this man's face. It turned out I was dreaming about...myself. I was absolutely terrified," I spewed out quickly, afraid that I might pass out again.

"I thought that I might turn into the man in my dreams, an evil, hateful creature who's only thought was to destroy. You see, I was like that once, a long, long time ago. I nearly destroyed my entire entire family. I was afraid of becoming that man again. Then, this morning, I had the same dream as always, except that the man talked to me. He said that soon I would be his. Just know, however, it was extremely different. It seemed like I was a ghost or something, and I was watching myself lie on the floor. I watched as Jeremiah smacked my face so I could wake up. Then, suddenly, everything vanished, and it was like I was standing in a black void. I felt like I was dying...then the voice came. It was the same voice from my other dream. It said the same old cliche bull****, and then I woke up."

I took a deep sigh, and wiped my forehead.

"It feels great to get that off my chest."

It seemed like being apart of a sort of "brotherhood" was changing me. Never before would I've told this people anything that personal to me. I would've lied and said it was putrid smell, or a bad headache. Hopefully, being with this "brotherhood" would strengthen my soul, and I'd be able to overcome and vanquish this evil in my heart, instead of hiding and running from it.