keep your dreams in check
The world is filled with darkness, swallowing the perception of freedom as everything dims, silence overcoming the green meadows, the wind hushed as all animals cease to exist, only Rouhi stirs, his eyes fluttering open, a dark world opening for him to play in, to seek guidance, but something wasn't quite right. The screech of birds above caused the stallion to wake, or think he had awoken from the deep slumber, while in fact. He had just entered hell.
The grulla stallion stands, his legs trembling as the breeze picks up again, life is in motion once more, the world spinning as he searches for any other signs of life, but to no avail, he succumbs to the feeling of hopelessness.
The stench of the sea brings word of fury, telling all to stay clear from its warpath, a clear declaration of war upon all lands. The distant sounds of waves crashing confirm this, old trees stirring, their trunks creaking as water overcame them.
The sea's advance was slow, but still terrifying. Rouhi blinks vividly as the waves become visible to him, he sits atop a large hill, surrounded by blooming flora, everything around him seemed to die as the water inched closer, the stench of dead bodies reeking below as the stallion became stuck, his body unable to move as the blue liquid advanced, the waves laughing at him as they came crashing at his feet.
The water seeped into his soul, covering his legs entirely now, his body convulsing desperately, trying to free himself from his tragic demise.
Though he is unable to, the sweet smell of the flowers is gone, the hill he stands on is the only one that towers above, a view of destruction as the water reaches his shoulders, he cries out in agony, his last attempt to free himself from his fate, but he will not be able to do so.
The stallion falls into a panic, his body destroying itself as he tries to move, almost ripping apart his own body in order to escape, he didn't want to die, not yet, he didn't come here just to fall.
It does not take long for the frigid water to reach his neck, his eyes blanked out as he struggled, still unable to free himself from his stuck position, he cries out again, the water reaching above him, filling his lungs quickly. He attempts to hold his breath, but he is still stuck. He screams below the water, insignificant bubbles drifting rapidly to the top of the water. Rouhi finally frees himself, nature allowing him to live a little longer, but it is too late, the scene darkens as his eyes shut, his body drifting to the bottom of the covered wasteland, darkness sweeping over him as he takes his last breath.
The stallion wakes from the dream with a shudder, his breath long and heavy as he stands up, searching the land to see what was going on, just a dream, thankfully. He shakes himself as he tries to steady his breath, his mind still shaky as he walks around clumsily, regaining himself. Now that all of that was over he would be able to focus on the task at hand, and hopefully not fall asleep again.
Rouhi