08 Slumbercurse

Night had come, and everything looked normal in the village.

The sights and sounds of night life had added up to the already lively atmosphere of the inn's ground floor.

There were toasts of ale, giggles, and intimate chatter down that inn. Travelers must have come from all corners of Dianium to that place of respite, exchanging tales of their adventure and knowledge.

Though this was the case, Chastine, who was still fast asleep, looked as if she had been uncomfy in her sleep.

It was not her cramped position nor the noise down their room. Something else had disturbed her restful slumber.

Chastine was having a nightmare.

She dreamt of being submerged in water, as if she was drowning without a chance to swim up to the surface for air.

In her nightmare, something was pulling her down that was stopping her to breathe in ease.

Moments later, just as when she felt she was running out of air, Chastine’s mind had become aware that she was in a dream state.

She regained consciousness,