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Dream

When the mountains merge together, when the sun rises after the years of darkness, know that came to the throne the ruler of fate THE CHOSEN ONE.

He lay staring at the ceiling. His eyes didn’t rush about from side to side at the speed of light, as some traders have. In his view it was possible to determine that that person was very goal-seeking. He stared dully at the ceiling at one point, as if the roof would fall at that moment and he would be suddenly dazzledby the flux of sunrays. But that did not happen. The room was dark, wet, damp. It was difficult to breathe. Almost with every breath he screamed of pain as if he was hammered a nail. He could not breathe properly. That man was constantly coughing. Lump came to his throat. He suffered from pain because he had not been eating and drinking for the second day. He was in the mud and slime, which that cell was filled. There was almost no clothes left on him… That bunch of rags could be only called clothes. His hair was unwashed for a couple of months, he was constantly scratching – he had lice.

On his face, even in the dark you could see a couple of scars – from cheek to ear – signs of torture. His eyes were small, and he almost did not blink – he was used to the darkness. Though physically he was alive, but his soul began to pass away from that world. He was not alone in that prison. Behind him on the bench you could see some black shadows, it seemed that they hold conversation about something. Suddenly he was blinded by a sudden effluence of light. He stood up, walked to the door. On the either side of him stood four thugs, who, as soon as he came out, handcuffed him and led along the poorly-lit long corridor.

…It was something horrifying: a large number of red clouds – darkness eaters – gathered over him. Icy cold pierced him through and it seemed that there had been never warm. Thousand torches were burning around, there were many people. At first it seemed that those people were dressed in black. But then he saw white crosses on the backs of their dark green shapeless garments. Our hero saw that picture when he came to himself. People around him were singing a song…

It must be the howling of dogs. He felt giddy, he froze, his stomach turn inside out. People were committing a ritual… He awoke abruptly, jumped out of bed with a distorted face. It was not worth of explaining for a long time that it was a dream… a NIGHTMARE!