Ironsides Family/Bowie/Nightmare River

Nightmare from the Demon of Dwilight

Dream sent to Bowie Ironsides (1 recipient)

Bowie awoke to find himself standing beside a cold river. The weather was very warm, but standing near this river made him cold. The sky was dark and grey, the moon was bright and the stars shone, but it did not feel like nighttime. He had no idea where he was. The river resembled the one that strolled between Fatexna and Turbul, but it looked a little more sinister. Then he remembered his camp was near the river. He began to search for his camp, but found the area totally empty.

He found the bridge that crosses the river into Turbul and figured that maybe his camp was on the other side. Before he stepped onto the bridge, from the ground beside, a troll leaped out and blocked him.

“Ye cannot pass without paying thee toll!” scolded the troll.

Bowie was afraid.

“How much?” he asked.

“Your soul!” the troll suddenly transformed into a frightening massive demon.

This, Bowie immediately recognized, was the Demon of Dwilight. Bowie felt vertigo and fell to the ground. The demon continued.

“You are seriously wounded my vessel. Only if you die may you pass this bridge. This is your underworld.” The demon spoke with a deep but soft voice, a contradiction of sound.

Bowie’s head finished spinning and he stood up to face the demon. It was three times taller than he, winged, and as demonic as any could describe it.

“If I die you die.” He told the demon, who laughed in return.

“I can find others to satisfy me, but you will rot forever.”

“Will you ever leave me? I miss my wife and children. I have not seen them grow and mature. You robbed me of that.”

“What use is family when you have destiny?” the demon answered.

“To be the puppet of a ghoul? That is my destiny? It sounds more like damnation.” this caused the demon to laugh again.

“You are no puppet. You are as willing a participant as all the others are.”

“What are you demon? Why have you chosen me?” Bowie interrogated.

“Typical questioning of men. Will your kind never learn submission? What did Sallow tell you? And Bamaluu? Ordinary men do not speak with gods.”

“So am I extraordinary in some way?”

The demon laughed a third time, said "ego," and then returned to the form of the troll. Instead of the troll returning to his hole, Bowie dug his way down and the dream faded out.

Demon of Dwilight,

Spring of 10 YD