Old Dreams

[Vilirok]

Vilirok wasn't able to sleep. His mat, which was his bed for the weeks he'd been here felt harder and less comfortable than it had been in a while. His hair was growing whiter by the day, since he'd woken up he'd noticed another few strands turning into the colour of snow. The fel's happening t'  me?, he thought to him self, First the dreams and now this. For weeks now, Vilirok had been having the same recurring dreams, his mother and sister, his killing of them and the shaman-king telling him that the relic was connected to the past. The past. Who's past, mine? The tribe's? The world's itself?, nothing made sense. And then, his mother and sister would come at him, screaming, daggers in hand. At the end of each dream more hair than usual would be white. And then he started talking to himself, his eyes glazed over and female voice came out of his mouth.

"Vilirok, you know it wasn't your fault what you did to us, we know it now too. The human would have thought you'd never make peace with yourself. Don't let that beast be right." Vilirok returned to himself, My mother...but she...I need t'  stop drinkin' before I go t' sleep. But he knew that this wasn't simply caused by excessive drinking, this didn't happen to people. Besides very few. He pulled some furs over himself and eventually went back to sleep.

The dream came differently this time, he was looking at himself and his mother. Vilirok was seeing through the eyes of his sister, and watching the event that had shaken him to the core, the event that he saw every night since the day itself. Vilirok was in an internment camp, his sister and mother kept in different cages to him. He saw himself talking to a tall human boy, no older than twenty years of age. The human spoke to him, and although his mother and sister didn't know what was being said, he did. Vilirok was being told to kill his family, the only people he had left. At first, he obviously objected, knowing he would get beatings and torture, but knowing that he would save his family. The human obviously knew he'd resist torture and even die trying to protects his loved ones, so he made the deal worse. If Vilirok did not kill his family, they would still die. They would be tortured ever so slowly until eventually, their bodies broke. Vilirok had to kill them himself, or else they would be killed in the worst way imaginable. And, for the boy's ever increasing amusement, he also told Vilirok that he could not tell his mother and sister why he was killing them. Otherwise, he would make sure his priests would bring them back from the brink of death and torture them endlessly. And so, Vilirok with no other choice had to murder his own mother and sister. Vilirok, from his place behind his sister's eyes watched as he was allowed into his family's cell. The two she-orcs cried tears of joy but all too soon it was over, as they saw Vilirok with the knife, moving towards them. A look of terror and hatred was spread across their cold, dead faces. Vilirok looked back and saw the human laughing, locking him in with the dead bodies.

The dream then shifted as it always did, Vilirok saw Mruthgor the shaman-king. Again, he said that the relic of the shaman-king was connected with the past, but it in itself wasn't. The powers that it held were connected to certain people and their pasts. This was a new part of the dream to Vilirok, he asked Mruthgor what kinds of people and all he heard was that it was those who 'walked with the spirits'. And suddenly, it dawned on Vilirok.

He woke up screaming.

((Well, it's my first piece of writing on the sit, hope you all like it. also, he woke up screaming in Mar'at, so others might have heard him if you want to))