Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170621183025/@comment-30636131-20170721221817

Jeydon flinched in his sleep as Rafael tapped him on the shoulder, yet didn't wake. He was trembling so much that it made the cot shake.

It was that same dream again. Alone. In the middle of nowhere. However, it seemed to continue from last time. An ocean of red engulfed Jeydon completely. A few big strokes of black here and there among the field of red were most likely the trees that inhabited the area. This irregularily of color was soon stopped by the blood red leaves that lay on top of the barks of the trees.

Jeydon sat still in the middle, the knife still gripping in his right hand. Each drop of blood that fell onto the ground, spread out, making the fields a darker, fiercer red. Suddenly, an angel fell down from the skies, as pure as a dove and as white as a cloud. It hovered above Jeydon, and patted his shoulder. Jeydon flinched as this happened and the dream faded away, yet he stayed fast asleep.