I take the box in both hands, turning it all around, seeing if it has any weak points that I can try opening it from. While investigating the box, I noticed the small engravings in the dark wood. They are the same dragons like on the sword, telling a forbidden story as you turn it. Curiosity rises, and my urge to open the box does as well. Now more forcefully trying to pry the mysterious box open, I hear that the noises in the kitchen have stopped, and the footsteps are reaching my way. Panic rushes in, and I shove the box back under the bed just in time for Tobias to open the door and question why I'm on the floor.
"What are you doing on the floor? You should be asleep, resting for the fight, or at least training," Tobias questions as I pick myself up off the floor.
"I just dropped my necklace," I manage to get the words out of my mouth with fear on the edge of my tongue.
Tobias looks briefly around the room before looking back at me with a face of hatred and worry.
"You need to rest, I'm the morning we will go over your weak points," Tobias turns and walks out the door.
Relief that he is gone settles in, I slide my hand under the bed, keeping an eye on the door as I do. I'm making sure the box is still, just in case it magically disappeared. I feel the metal rik of the box and bring my hand back, climbing up on the bed and off to sleep.
When I awake, the room has an eerie chill, and a loud bang in the kitchen repeats. I stumble over to the chair and struggle to put on my boots. I quickly changed into the other and slipped on the flowy cape. Bursting through the door now fully awake, I see something in the kitchen. Thinking it's Tobias, I calm down a little until the low rumble sounds off in the kitchen. Panic is set in, and I run up the stirs of the small house, and to what I think is Tobias room, only he's not there, and the place is a mess. I ran to the other room across the hall, nothing but a mess. The banging stops from downstairs and is now a rumble of anger. I creep down the hallway and peek down the stairs, looking I'd the coast is clear, it is, and I debate if I should make a run for the door.
My decision is made as the growling continues and becomes more agitated in the kitchen. The sound of glass being shattered erupts, I panic and bolt straight for the door. I slam the door behind me and run as fast as i could. The beast behind burst through the wooden door, sending wood planks everywhere. Not knowing where to run, I look for the closest thing to hide behind. I pick a tall red wood tree and plant myself to it, facing away from the house. The beast snarling as it runs past me in a hurry, holding my breath, I catch a glance of the tall bear like figure before I shut my eyes in terror. The sounds fade away, and I slump to the ground, clutching my knees.
"This all a dream, this all a dream l. Remember, it's only a dream." I recite the words until I calm down and remember the mission, of the dream.
Picking myself up, I look for the closet building with people. The blacksmith, the closet building only last time there was no one was there. I set my sights on it and sprinted to the building, not looking back. I reach the smallish hut and search through the place, remembering about the small dagger I'd found before. Maybe I could find another one or maybe a sword like at the training. I was decent with it, and my mission was to kill the beast, right? I shuffle through the smelters and lay my eyes and a silver sword that's been recently made, by the shine and the very attention attracting design of vines that run or the hilt. I place my hands on the hilt, picking the sharpened and beautiful sword up and holding it on my side. I cautiously look around for a holder, finding one and slipping on the leather holder. I felt the serge of power run through me, so I made my way over to the door and left.
When I made it through the door, I looked back to the woods I'd come from and then to the town. My steps are small and cautions but soon I reach the town. The first thing I hear is the snarling of the beast, I crouch near a small wooden structure and peek around the corner. Spotting the beast tearing through a crate, I move slowly, remembering the training. I make it to the next building, only being a few feet away from the beast. I plan the move in head, I sprint from behind the building and pounce. So that is what I do or try to. I look around, then sprint toward the beast and jump. Pulling up the sword and bringing it down. I close my eyes and hope for contact, only there is nothing but the thud of ground coming in contact with me. The beast had rolled over and is now coming this way. My side hurts, and the sword is no longer in my hands. The warm trickle of blood soaks into the fairy tale clothes I wear. The beast snarls with a smirk, showing the piercing teeth. Defeat sinks over as the beast stands atop of me. I reach for the sword, maintaining eye contact. I feel the grainy rocks, not thinking I slowly pick one up and throw it, adrenaline rushing throughout me. The beast looks over to the side, and I roll over to grab the sword, standing up. The beast looks back to me, and with all the strength left in me, I rise the sword and drop the blade right behind the ears of the beast.
Blood runs in pools as the beast headless body drops to the ground, the head rolling in front. My knees weaken, and I fall, dropping the sword beside me. I'm placing a shaky hand on my crimson red side as I close my eyes.
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