Freedom

by Dreal

I come back to my senses and Nightwind is lying on the ground, perhaps dead, the dark figure turning towards me. I try to move, but my legs and arms won't obey me. The figure laughs.

"Two for the price of one."

He invisibly reaches out and grabs my mind again; I scream. The pressure withdraws for an instant then enormous pressure is exerted on my mind, and it is yanked free of my body, and gratefully flees the scene taking my soul with it. Free, at last. I began to pray that he'd never find me again, planning how to make sure he couldn't find me again....

Nightwind

Dreal