Dark Dream

It was coming. He set ready to defend himself, with Syheadren gripped tightly in both hands, and Ky’th still sheathed by his side; he was going to give this Hell if it wanted to take him. Syheadren was glowing a deep red. This was his weapon made for him alone and it was more then a part of him it was a companion.

The sword would only glow red if there was trouble eminent. He waited, seeing the wall of Darkness coming. He didn’t know what it would do, how to fight it or if it would ever die, what he did know what that it would not take him with out a fight

It approached with a roar of silence, it was feet away, Anto could feel the coldness, though it was unlike any other cold he had ever encountered, it was as if he was feeling a lack of existence in the aire.

His stance tightened, he raised Syheadren to strike the Wall. As the blade entered the mass it began to engulf it, the light was as if it had never been there it hit his hand and the pain was that of an emptiness that he had never felt before. It raced to the rest of his body. He opened his mouth to scream, only to find that the Darkness would take his breath as well. He tried to scream one last time before his whole existence was nothing more then nothing and he…

Woke up screaming at the camp he had made just out side of the town. His pain was gone though some remained.