Hooves pounding down the packed dirt path, the horse careened around corners and boulders, nearly flinging me off of its back. Once, a fallen tree revealed itself in the darkness sooner than expected, and I heard her horseshoes scratch the rotting bark as we leapt over it. I clung to the harness and lodged my shoes more firmly in the stirrups. Out of the shadows, a goblin released a mighty ramhorn bellow. Its red eyes flashed once upon it before dozens more appeared over the edge of a hill, a sea of bustling, clamoring silhouettes. The sound was a magnificent cacophony of cries and rattling armor.
The horse shrieked, eyes rolling with terror, and it reared and spun and promptly took off, carrying us both as fast as it could take us. The wind whipped at my eyes, my blond hair free from the tie lost somewhere along the way. It flashed at the edge of my vision, golden under the first rays of sunrise. The clouds were lit as blood red as the goblins’ eyes - the eyes that grew closer everywhere I looked. The shard that once was my sword felt heavy on my back.
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Twisted Dreams
PoetryA collection of short stories, poems, and half-written ramblings. ~•°•°-----------------------------------《☆》 dream \ ˈdrēm \ 1 : a series of thoughts, visions, or feelings that happen during sleep ~•°•°-----------------------------------《☆》 night·m...
