"Wake up... Spawn of evil." A dark voice says, Dalsael shoots up and opens her eyes to a dim and shadowed version of the very same yard Thoronhael had attacked her in two years again, Immense pain shoots through her face, her side and her right shoulder and she cries out into the darkness, she knows it's a dream and yet she can't wake up.

Dear reader, the following story was written based on a true event, but given a comedic twist. Any and all happenings did truly occur, but were embellished. Greatly embellished, in some regards. 

"Good... Now, recite them again. This time, don't talk at me. Show me that you feel them."

 

The growl almost seemed to echo inside the small room, followed by the click of the shears trimming the line close to the flesh. Not so gentle hands went to work to begin medicating and suturing the numerous wounds that the man had accrued upon his adventures in stalking his favored prey. 

"You're sure it was him?"

The voice echeod from the nothingness of the other end of the room that had been drapped with cloth from the cieling and walls to hide whom ever hid behind them.