I don’t remember my mother at all, I know she died when I was young. I’ve never asked my father about it, I’ve never wanted to cause him any pain, which he would clearly experience if he recalled her memory.
But last night changed that. My first dream was about a group of 6 people walking through a ruined city in a cavern. A city, underground. They were walking amongst the living dead, Vampires. But there was a more terrifying darkness following them, watching their progress, searching for something, but I don’t know what.
Then….I’m not sure. It was like watching a moment in time that had already passed. I saw myself, as a baby, next to my mother. We were sleeping in a tent, one that my father uses when he goes on expeditions. We looked peaceful, happy. But then there are noises outside, screams of pain and terror. My mother wakes up to a shadowy shape of a man entering our tent. The incorporeal shape reaches a spectral green hand towards me. My mother stood to meet it, and I reached out to her as I watched. I couldn’t stop her, where was my father to help? I’ve thought of her words repeatedly, but I cannot fathom what they mean. She shouted at the figure “Your plan ends here. You cannot have her!”
I watched helplessly as she pulled out a medallion bearing Nethys’ holy symbol and turned to look at me one last time as the green hand reached through her body towards me still. I gasped as I watched, the tight feeling in my throat only getting worse.
Then from my mother’s body, another spectral hand reaches out towards me. This is a hand I recognize, blackened and crackling with energy, it reaches out, touching my body and bestowing a glowing white light inside of me.
As I stare at my mother’s motionless body, I get the feeling of someone else there. With tears in my eyes I turn to see her attacker, ready to burn their visage into my my mind so that I could possibly find him. As I see their face, the room starts to spin. My stomach turns. I know that face, and I know that face well. As the room spins faster I began to scream.
The figure in the doorway is my father.