Bloodlines
Act I Chapter IV
Throughout the nightmare, Lucifen dreamt of himself. He was leaving Bree, to an unknown lands. As time passed by, he found himself in a field of grass unknown to him. Riders wearing black charge at him. His only defense was to surrender and hope they don't have ill-intent.
He dreamt of being tied up and thrown onto the back of one of their horses as they rode way. His ears were deaf to all sounds except the stampeding of their hooves. As the sun shimmered and flew its distance, the dream quickly turned itself to night as he found himself thrown into a corner of a camp, still tied up.
He dreamt of watching the black riders rest at their camp, trading food and water, something he would've killed for. One of the riders stood out from the rest, for he bore a black helmet that is engulfed in spikes. As the other riders drank and rested, the one with the helmet didn't let his eyes wander away from Lucifen.
A silent conversation broke out between the two as their eyes met. Lucifen could feel himself being judged by the man. Being too tired and nearly dead from lack of food and water, he just laid there, allowing the man to pierce him with his gaze.
His eyelids felt heavier than a horse as they began to touch. Lucifen tried to keep them open, but the pain of his body combined with the stare of his kidnapper turned into a nightmare for which he could only retreat into his mind for peace. The last thing he saw before shutting his eyes was the cold-spiked helmet of the one who would not leave him be, a man who would haunt his head until he knew everything about him.
Lucifen was ripped from his dreams as a stream of water began to drown him.
