The Visitor
Alaric was sitting up in the bed at night thinking to himself. Eli was gently snoring in the other bed next to him.
Alaric rolled the bright coin around in his fingers, 'why can't I use this? I just don't understand.'
He spread himself out on the bed. Soon, sleep overtook his mind and he gently drifted off.
Alaric didn't normally dream, but this time his dream was extremely vivid, and felt very real.
Darkness surrounded him and it choked him.
Suddenly, he heard a voice muttering in the distance. He walked through the darkness towards the voice until his surroundings grew brighter.
He found that he was in a cave with a few torches lit. It was dank and the air was cold.
"Pain...monsters...pain...end..."
Alaric could hear the muttering more and more the closer he got.
He was almost on top of the sound, and he could see its origin. There was a figure sitting on the ground with large black wings draped over it