We have been walking through the forest for a few days now.
The night has come so we gather some wood to start a fire.
Slade looks at me and asks, "Wanna exchange stories Jervis?"
I smile at him and agree.
"I'll start first." I speak with confidence.
"I once fought a witch, but I didn't kill her, my party member called Buff Young killed her with his fists, if I am remembering correctly she exploded into bloody pieces." I say with a slightly sad tone.
Slade has a shocked expression on his face.
Slade says, "I once slayed a family of bears with one dagger."
I smile and go to sleep after he tells his story.
I am running through a small town laughing and playing, until I see a mother and her child being beaten to death by some thugs.
I try to go save them but I cannot bring myself to move towards them, I am frozen in fear as I watch them get murdered in front of my eyes.
Suddenly the area around me changes into a bloody battlefield, I see a familiar figure in the distance, he has a large fit monstrous build, and glowing white eyes.
The figure starts running towards me, I take out my sword ready to fight the horror but he wasn't going for me, he was going for my comrade. His fist putting a clean hole in my comrade's turso.
I awake from the horrible nightmare, its morning.
I wake up Slade and we continue roaming the forest.