The sound of the thundering waterfall was soothing, easing his mind and body as he stared upon the distant view from across the span, from his seat propped against the trunk of a tree. It was the closest thing he had gotten to rest as of late.
A puff of smoke rolled out of the bell of his pipe, the taste of pipeweed kept his senses awake. There was much that went through his head though nothing that would keep for long, nothing he could pinpoint and take time to work through. Everything rushed by.
He had been gone long enough and there was little left but ashes in the pipe, which he shook lose by knocking it against the body of the tree. It didn't take much time to gather his belongings and start making his way down the slope towards the town, he said he would check with the merchant
Looking up towards the town he came to a slow halt, his brows furrowed as a sensation of unease crept down his neck. Then the fear. An enormous shadow slowly rose, engulfed the town before his eyes. He spun around but saw nothing behind him, nothing that could cast such a shadow. Was he going mad?
A cold sweat was wiped off his brow and slowly he turned to continue his way down towards the town. The ill ease followed him and a cold shiver. Suddenly, without a warning to escape his fate, he felt something wrap around his neck and pull him back.
His eyes opened wide he begun to claw at his neck, trying to catch a hold of the thick rope he found wrapped around his throat.
"We both know this has been long coming. It's how it was meant to go, wasn't it?" The voice murmured softly against his ear. "How does it feel?"
"You..." He spat, flustered as he struggled. "How can you be here. I'm not-..." There was a powerful yank on the rope and his body flew back and down into the span. His fall did not last long before the rope tightened, followed by a violent jerk.
His eyes snapped open and he jolted forward, cold sweat ran down his face and he gasped for air. Looking around, he found himself sat against the tree still, not as much as having moved from the spot.
Wiping the perspiration from his brow, his breath was short and deep. The dream had felt far too real, he thought while rubbing his throat. Perhaps he was going mad.
"Get out of my head, fiend."
