(Not a problem, and for clearance italics means like a dream sequence or dream like state)

Voltain lay in the bed practically motionless except for the steady rise and fall of his chest. Every once in a while he would roll onto his side and quickly roll back onto his back. Voltain hadn’t even been in a real bed in a couple weeks, and under better circumstances he probably would be enjoying it a bit more.

Voltain was walking down a forest path once again. However this time the sky wasn’t that blue it was earlier in the day, it was dark red. It was almost like in this dream he had entered a twisted alternate realm to the world he once knew. After climbing the hill the sight he saw was even more gruesome then what Voltain had experienced earlier in the day. He saw the slaughter happen before his eyes, he saw his brother and his men slaughter an entire trading caravan. Some tried to run away only to be killed from an unseen archer lurking in the forest, others met the spear and sword, and some caught the circular blade attached to a chain wielded by Sefirosu’s right hand man. Some even had the unfortunate experience of meeting Sefirosu only to be painfully cut down by his katana without remorse. The scene was finally over but the men and women and children still plagued the ground. Faces twisted in agony, still screaming, still clutching one another. Blood began to fall from the sky in this horror show of a dream Voltain was having. Then though just as mysteriously as he entered this recent occurrence he was faced with a new one, something that happened many years ago, the day Voltain learned to despise his older brother.

Blood ran down the grooves in the elaborate stonework of the streets as Voltain walked down the once populous streets. His grip on his katana was turning his knuckles white. He couldn’t believe the sight he saw and the idea that he had been apart of causing it.

“What have I done?” Voltain said softly “I let her down.”

Voltain walked through the streets blood and body filled streets that led the way to his brother. He knew that where more bodies were, Sefirosu was near by. The path finally ended at the local governments meeting hall, Voltain slowly pushed open the door and walked up the stairs that were covered with blood and dismembered bodies. Sefirosu was in the main office sitting on the oak table with his katana sticking out of the head official’s back and was smoking his pipe.

“There you are, here for your cut I take it,” Sefirosu picked up a pouch of gold and tossed it at Voltain who just let it fall to the floor. Voltain stared at his brother and readjusted his grip. “You’re reaction to this was greater then I expected. You’re so fun little brother,” Sefirosu said pulling his katana out and faced his brother only to begin walking past him not wanting to waste his time with him.

“Whenever I look at you, I'm reminded about everything I hate about myself. It hurts brother,” Voltain said softly and was cut across the back by his brother in a fit of rage.

“It really is a shame what happened,” Sefirosu said walking out the door “But atleast you know just how much pain there is in living now.”



Voltain immediately shot up in a cold sweat and hyperventilating, but slowly regained his self and begin looking around the room unsure of where he was or how he got there.