The End of Childhood - Two (I)
Once more, it was a dream, a vision of the devil, half his face shrouded in shadows.
"Good evening, Seraphina."
Hydral tilted his head slightly, "Missed me in the span of a day, have you?"
Silence.
Seraphina stared expressionlessly at him , sharing her darkness, unwilling to speak.
Since her return to the village, Hydral had been a nightly visitor in her dreams, refusing to grant her peace.
Upon awakening, the memories of the dream were hazy and indistinct, but Seraphina was certain, this was undoubtedly Hydral's doing.
"You are indeed relentless," the young girl sneered, "Does the great Lord Hydral need me so much? Need a little girl who won't grow up?"
"Of course."
Hydral lifted his chin slightly, strangely, even with this movement, his face remained shrouded in shadow.
But this was a dream, nothing in a dream was ever surprising.