There was a song in my random dreams. It wasn’t the type of songs that Aaron sang when he was drunk and crying of Sarrafay, his homeland, neither was it an elf song glorifying the elves and how they would conquer the world. Aaron taught me those songs.This one was different, it was a lullaby. A sweet lullaby hummed at times by its mysterious singer in my head and then other times, it was sung, with all its lyrics. However, each time I woke up, I would forget the words. What the song is about, I don’t know, but I do know its supposed to lull people to sleep. I couldn’t remember the words but I could remember the hum of the song. I tried it once, humming it to Aaron. I wanted him to listen to it and tell me if he knew the song seeing as Aaron knew everything in my world.
But alas, Aaron slept. He slept for three days.
“That’s a magic spell” witch girl he said when he woke up, “I can’t even remember the bloody thing.” He groaned after I asked him if he could remember.
“Was it bad?”
“Bad?” he scoffed “It was terrible. My dreams were filled with all the bad things I had ever done witch girl.” He paused “One at a time, round and round.” Aaron stared at the wall, transfixed by whatever horrors he had seen in his dream.
It was a terrible song that made people have terrible dreams. I never hummed it again.
But why, why was it playing in my dreams?
No, this wasn’t my dream, this was someone else’s dream. This was a place I had never been to, a large and grand room with a red straight carpet running from one end to another. A man with dark hair and eyes so red, sat on a chair made of gold, staring at me. The chair is where the red carpet began and a door is where the carpet ended.
He smiled and his canines were long and sharp. A wolf. A very powerful wolf at that, his presence made me tremble. How could someone have so much power in a dream?
“You” he pointed at me.
I took a step back. Then I noticed the person behind me. I jumped to the side, afraid.
“My liege” the armor clad woman knelt before the man.
I sighed in relief, he wasn’t pointing at me. He couldn’t see me.
“You have failed.” He wasn’t smiling anymore.
“Have mercy my liege”
“Mercy?” he laughed “Did they show Mother mercy?” he got up. He was tall and his muscles shaped the shirt he wore. He was a very large man and even more intimidating when you were at the brunt of his anger.
He grabbed the warrior by her throat and lifted her, “Tell me what happened?”
The warrior, looking down spoke, “Mauve was at the gates, she attacked us with others of her kind…”
The man threw the warrior against the wall, “Is one vampire bitch, too hard for you to kill?” he roared. The warrior didn’t get up. I was too afraid to move. The man, he was scary. No, the wolf king was terrifying.
“Someone bring me Zareth.” His hands suddenly grew fur and his fingernails turned to claws. His breathing became erratic and he was, turning…into something else entirely.
“My liege” another man walked into the room, “Ah” the man said again after seeing the state of the wolf king and the comatose warrior next to the floor.
“I will not tolerate failure Zareth” the wolf king all but growled.
“Of course my liege.”
“I want Mauve’s head on a plate, tomorrow.”
“Yes my liege.”
Zareth slowly left the room. I thought it was over until the wolf king walked up to the unconscious woman. He lifted her up and like a doll, he separated her head from her body.
I screamed and as if he heard me, the wolf king turned and looked at me, covered in blood and gore, he ran towards me, his arm stretched out ready to grab my neck as well.
“No!” we screamed at the same time and I fell on the floor of my tower prison. The sleeping wolf king slept by my side, he hadn’t moved an inch. I scrambled away from him and ran to the bed at the corner of the room. I slept with my hands around my neck, wishing that the wolf king nor the song, came out to haunt me.