Post by Harmon 'Judge' White on Aug 8, 2015 12:35:13 GMT -5
The open field of wheat was the same it is every time he has this dream, the dew cooled his burning skin as he ran through it. The sky was blueberry blue and cloudless. At some point a figure, a woman he thinks, appears in the middle of this field calling his name softly but with urgency in each calling...
Harmon...
Harmon....
As he gets closer figures cloaked in shadows appear beside the figure calling his name and flames suddenly eat it up! The screams clearly a womans call his name now louder and full of pain! His wand in hand he begins casting hexes or jinxs with as much power as he can muster, but the shadowy figures simply defend them away rebounding them into the fire of the burning woman.
Then three green curses are thrown at him...
Judge jerks awake his wand pointed into the mornings early light that fed into his room. He is breathing heavily, blonde hair plastered to his forehead, and his sheets are soaked in sweat. Tossing the sheets off he swings his feet to the floor and lays his wand on the night stand, he smoothes his hair back against his head.
A light rap on his door startles him but his mother speaks from the other side, "Harmon, are you up? The service for your father is today, please come for me?"
He doesn't answer and soon footsteps echo in the hall, his mother walking away. Harmon jumps up jerking fresh clothes from his closet and heads to the shower the dream slowly fading from memory but this dream has been the same for months now so it really never goes away.
After his shower he dresses, tucks his wand into a sheath thats fastened around his forearm, and taking his fathers hat hanging by the front door he leaves. His day would be spent, like yesterday during his father's viewing in Organic Park. It hurt of course but their relationship had never been great especially considering how old his parents are or were.
With his hands crossed he finds the bench he sat at yesterday and let his mind wander, he didn't even realize it was raining.
Harmon...
Harmon....
As he gets closer figures cloaked in shadows appear beside the figure calling his name and flames suddenly eat it up! The screams clearly a womans call his name now louder and full of pain! His wand in hand he begins casting hexes or jinxs with as much power as he can muster, but the shadowy figures simply defend them away rebounding them into the fire of the burning woman.
Then three green curses are thrown at him...
Judge jerks awake his wand pointed into the mornings early light that fed into his room. He is breathing heavily, blonde hair plastered to his forehead, and his sheets are soaked in sweat. Tossing the sheets off he swings his feet to the floor and lays his wand on the night stand, he smoothes his hair back against his head.
A light rap on his door startles him but his mother speaks from the other side, "Harmon, are you up? The service for your father is today, please come for me?"
He doesn't answer and soon footsteps echo in the hall, his mother walking away. Harmon jumps up jerking fresh clothes from his closet and heads to the shower the dream slowly fading from memory but this dream has been the same for months now so it really never goes away.
After his shower he dresses, tucks his wand into a sheath thats fastened around his forearm, and taking his fathers hat hanging by the front door he leaves. His day would be spent, like yesterday during his father's viewing in Organic Park. It hurt of course but their relationship had never been great especially considering how old his parents are or were.
With his hands crossed he finds the bench he sat at yesterday and let his mind wander, he didn't even realize it was raining.