“Let’s rob her!” “Idiot! Look at her! She’s a peasant. Students don’t have any money!” “Then let’s abduct her! She’s young and strong. She’d make a good slave — and good slaves make good money.” The voices — harsh, gravely-gurgly, and not quite human — startled me awake. I didn’t know who they were, but it was obvious they weren’t friendly. I struggled to open my eyes. As my vision focused, I saw three red-skinned creatures standing around her. Each one wore a grimace, baring sharp teeth that looked capable of tearing through flesh in mere seconds. A word flashed into my mind: demons. The thought sent a cold shiver up and down my spine. “Now look what you’ve done! You both talked so loudly that you woke her up!” The tall, thin demon turned away from me to glare at the other two. His red-skinned face had a cruel, almost wolfish aspect. “What do you mean ‘we’?” said the short, pig-faced demon. He gave the leader a shove. “You’re twice as loud as either of us, Drefan!” The third demon nodded in agreement, his huge bat-like ears wobbling. “Don’t touch me, you fool!” Drefan drew his dagger from under his belt. He grabbed the pig-faced demon’s black tunic and pressed the blade against his nose. “One more move like that, Fyren, and I’ll slice off your nose!” As the demons bickered, I sat up and took a quick glance at my surroundings. Trees full of green leaves lined the smooth dirt path where I sat. I had no memory of how I had gotten here. Panic filled my chest. I rose to her feet. I wanted to run but I knew that if I made too much noise, the demons would realize I was trying to escape. Better to walk for a few yards. Then slip into the woods and lose them among the trees. “Hey! Where do you think you’re going?” Fyren shouted. I heard the sounds of boots pounding on the dirt path behind me. Too late! The demons were coming after me! I started running and didn’t look back. I angled to the right and plunged into the forest. Underbrush crashed beneath my feet. I leaped over bushes and fallen tree limbs. Thorns and branches tore my simple turquoise-colored dress and scratched her face, neck, and hands. But I kept running. Though I had longer legs than the demons, my dress slowed me down and I had nothing but my body to part the underbrush. Behind me, she could hear the demons hacking at the vegetation with their daggers. “There she is! I see her!” “So do I!” Running only a few yards ahead of the goblins, I spotted a break in the trees with sunlight and tall grass beyond. “Stop, girl! Or things will get even worse for you!” The demons sounded so close now. A claw scraped the back of my neck and hooked my collar. I screamed and woke up in my bed sucked with sweat. I switch on the light and saw the book that I had been reading before I fall asleep, Temple of the Dragonslayer. Then the dream and the book made a connection in my mind. I was living the life of Nearra in my dream and the demons where goblins but it felt so real but coming to think about it I didn’t know what happened to me hum…to Nearra at the end, so I pick up the book and continue reading in anticipation. You should read the book its interesting.
I don’t think I would want to read books that will make me have nightmares.