Post by curse on Aug 23, 2005 17:38:14 GMT -5
The burial site was cold and empty as Echo wandered aimlessly through the heart of it. His eyes were closed as he walked, trying to pic up the scent of his parents. He whimpered when he found no trace. "It will happen" he thought again. Those words were the same ones spoken in his ear last night. His dream was this:
It was dark and cold the night it happened. There was a river. an old river that looked as though it was poison. Echo pased the ground with his head down low. it was misty and quiet at the river. too quiet. there was a ansp of twigs and a figure appeared in front of him. a translucent figure, always changing shape. "It will happen" it said. "It will happen in 3 days..." were its final words before disappearing into the shrouded darkness. Echo then woke up, dripping with sweat. But he was not awake. he had left his body lying on the ground as he was lifted into the air by some unown force. his nose picked up the scent of his mother. but he could not see her. that was the first dream.
Echo shook his head as he paced.
It was dark and cold the night it happened. There was a river. an old river that looked as though it was poison. Echo pased the ground with his head down low. it was misty and quiet at the river. too quiet. there was a ansp of twigs and a figure appeared in front of him. a translucent figure, always changing shape. "It will happen" it said. "It will happen in 3 days..." were its final words before disappearing into the shrouded darkness. Echo then woke up, dripping with sweat. But he was not awake. he had left his body lying on the ground as he was lifted into the air by some unown force. his nose picked up the scent of his mother. but he could not see her. that was the first dream.
Echo shook his head as he paced.
