The Truthful Past

      I awoke in my bed, staring at the bland white ceiling. The ticking of a clock filled the silence in the room, almost luring me back to sleep. My eyes flashed back open, irritated. I needed to get up before I fell asleep. I didn't want to wake Sebastion up with another one of my terrible nightmares. They where so vivid last night I woke up screaming and panting. Drakos's son always filling my dreams as he did the most terrible things to my body. Always claiming that I would come back to them. That I was destined to fill my place by Drakos's side as a warrior. Of course I knew it was just a dream, Drakos's son was dead after all. I killed him. It bothered me that he continued to plague my dreams.

      I went to roll over and I paled. The the fabric underneath me was wet and soft. I pulled back the sheet that covered my body and realized I was still in my towel from the pool last night. Sebastion you idiot. You should have woke