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Lyta stared across at the Vanguard soldier and then slowly down at her sliced hand and the shattered glass. "I... I am glad..." She had done it. Vanquished the nightmares, freed the town, but at what cost? There was a niggling at the back of her mind of the voice that had confronted her in the...

Lyta dropped the glass she was holding which shattered on the floor. "Three days?" she repeated in a thin voice, eyes unfocusing as she absorbed the information. She didn't even seem to realise her hand was cut from the broken glass. Lyta had never been asleep for so long. Three days was closer...

"Mikko?" Lyta winced at the dryness of her throat. Looking around the bed her eyes landed on a pitcher and goblet beside the bed which she helped herself to. "How long have I been out?" judging by the state of him and the pressing needs her body was beginning to make very clear it had to have...

It took three days before Lyta opened her eyes again. In the meantime the town occupied Mikko or at least attempted to so he did not worry himself by her side. Bodies were burnt, wreckage cleared, and repairs began on the great swathes of damages half the town had endured. Each day though the...

When the light faded, Mikko would find the barn completely gone and with it the Nightmares within. As he approached he would find that it was not just the barn that had been scrubbed clean from the earth, but the odd symbol too. All that remained were a few pieces of debris and a lone figure...

Lyta let out a relieved sigh when Mikko obeyed. Brom would have argued with her before storming out, but not before she would have had to remind him who exactly she was. "Come out, I can sense you," she called to the Nightmares. From the shadows they emerged, hesitant but eager. Some licked...

Clack, clack, clack. Nightmarish claws crept across the charred floorboards and deteriorating roof. Enough of them that as they closed in they blotted out the stars that had been visible between the cracks of the barn. She took a deep breath and let herself begin to take on more of the runes...

Lyta gave an almost sad smile. "I would not have it any other way." As they hurried up the hill towards the farm Lyta kept the creatures at bay with smaller, more controlled blasts of power that also kept them lusting for more. The sounds of their odd chittering filled the night as the pair...

"Yes, that is a good plan," yet despite the Guardian's agreement it took her a moment to push off from where she was slumped against the doorframe of the tavern, watching people run for the open door whilst she fired blast after blast at the creatures to keep them at bay. They seemed less...

Lyta let out a quiet sigh of contentment and rested her chin upon her crossed arms so she could better stare out over the landscape. The springs were said to heal hurts both of the body and of the mind. The Guardian of Dreams had been eager to seek them out from the moment she had arrived. The...

Lyta's face was ashen but she managed to return Mikko's smile, though it wavered when her eyes found the cut in his side which caused him to wince when he moved. "There's more outside, My Lady," the mayor looked worse off than Mikko being the less talented fighter. He limped badly as he made...

"Agnes?" Lyta asked cautiously. The woman's features were distorted through the Shades she fought but perhaps it could be the woman the mayor had described. In the Dreamscape a person could dictate how they looked to some extent depending on their strength. "If you value the living more than...

The Nightmare snarled as Mikko charged towards it, dancing its long legs out of the way of his sword thrusts in a freakish series of jerky movements, as though it were a puppet on strings. Every time the blade sunk into its black flesh black liquid bubbled out. The stench and the way it sizzled...

Lyta grit her teeth as the Nightmares pounded against the increasing barrier of light. It was not unusual for the Nightmares to fight back; there was a natural instinct in all creatures to survive after all. Even here. Yet this felt... different, somehow. Like they suddenly had more... purpose...

Lyta had never seen such a tortured part of the Dreamscape before. The sky was a blood red and lightning made the dark purple skies dance with light. A harsh wind blew across the landscape where Nightmares roamed. Lyta could see the villagers that had fallen asleep being chased through streets...