Blue smoke surrounding me like a thick mist. Its so dense that I cant see my feet. I try to find the way through this strange cloud but the blue smoke appears to be endless. In the distant I can hear screams of men and women. Pain and agony. I wish not to go there but my legs have a mind of their own. As I walk nearer the screams become unbearable to listen to. The blue smoke vanishes slowly and the screams stop. Silence. The blue smoke unveils a sight of terror. I am standing in a pool of blood. Blood that is flowing out of countless bodies that lie dead on the ground. I recognize all their faces, faces of family and friends. Lifeless. One figure is still standing, it is that of an old man with a rather large ox skull as a helmet. He whispers something. "Blood for blood... Blood for blood...Blood for blood...Blood for blood" He smiles at me wickedly with his eyes darting around its sockets looking in several directions. His voice grows louder as the empty eye sockets of the ox skull start to glow red. His voice turns into a something inhuman, a demonic low-pitched scream "BLOOD FOR BLOOD!"
I find myself sitting in bed, sweat dripping from every pore. Next to me Wulfreda still sleeps silently. I leave the bed rubbing my head with both hands. I look out the window into Chetwood forest with the nightmare still echoing in my head. I whisper "get out of my head old man, I beg of you..."
