The Stranger

Garmond jolted up with heavy breath.

He had witnessed death yet again, and this time it was in this vision.... Or should he say, a dream..

He couldn't really tell which of the two it was.

It felt so real, as though he was actually there witnessing it all happen, at the same time, it felt as though he was only an observer, watching everything play out.

The pressure from that figure was so pressing, it left visible sweat dripping down Garmond's face.

'What was that?' he thought, trying to recall exactly what he had seen, but all he could see were blurred images.

For some reason that part of his memory was blurred out.

"What are you talking about?" Ariana asked upon hearing his thoughts.

"It's nothing" He quickly replied, shoving it all to the back of his mind.

His eyes narrowed instantly, as he felt the presence of another figure enter into the room.