The dream

[DoF Archive]

Date: 1/26/2000 1:00 PM Central Daylight Time
From: SHIV BLADE


It was once again that his soul drove him to challenge for the fire. He had to posses it, the need deep within. So it was, he had challenged Tareth on this day. Perhaps the nightmares would stop? No, that was ridiculous. They would never stop as long as Avery breathed. When his head hit the pillow, he tried to stay awake. He really didn't want to have this dream again. He knew the cure, and soon he would have it.
Gripping the covers, he tried to fight it, but soon he was taken by the sleep. Then, like always, the same dream came.


Avery sat in his small cage. The cage allowing just enough room for Avery's fifteen year old body to lay down almost stretched out. Looking out the bars he could already see the big fire being conjured up. He new what it was for... he had heard the talk going around about tonight. Yet he refused to believe it. Could anyone be as cruel as this? Could anyone torture, and mark another man like this? These questions kept running through his mind. He
looked to the other cells. He saw the same worry on the others faces. Many gripped at the iron collars around there neck. Trying one last time to remove them before this event. Up until now they had never thought this to be real, but in a couple of minutes he knew it would be all to real. The branding of the slaves, to mark them forever. A mark that could never be removed, as magic and fire combine to create this lasting mark. Wherever he went, it
would be known that he was a slave. Forever... until the day he died..

He sat dreaming of his past, of his parents death... his lost brother.... of his lost love. He did everything to block out the thought of what was to happen. Then the scream. The piercing scream came. It had started, and all the slaves were now watching. The poor soul, yelled for his life... a life that was no longer his. Then the scream stopped. The man laid unconscious on the ground. Past out from the pain. Avery's intense gaze watched this man,
and so he never noticed the 3 men that came to him. He stood there as they locked the chain around his neck to drag him over there. Why fight now.... it was no use. The walk to the blazing fire was a short one... as if time itself wanted this to happen. It was only when Avery stood in front of the fire that he did start to fight back. Yet his attempts were soon muffled by the men holding him. His skin perspired due to the heat... it felt as if his
entire body was on fire. And then the rod came out of the fire. As the man approached him, Avery could not move. His bare body stood there frozen. The initial contact to his skin brought forth the searing pain. He yelled for his life too... Hoping that someone would hear him.... but none came to help him on this day.... and before it was over he too laid on the ground... oblivious to the world, and the pain.