Dreaming

[draggonlaady]

I was working with a group of assassins, trailing a group of rebels through the woods. The leader of the other group was a former friend of mine, Brian Luce. We were moving slowly through a stand of pine trees, when I looked to the right and saw a line of riderless horses standing under the trees on the other side of a clearing. We continued forward, but as we entered a field, horses charged at us from all sides. None of the horses had riders. We grouped together in a circle, and the horses split around us. As we began to separate, Luce's band attacked us. We fought, and all of Luce's group was killed, along with all but 2 of mine. Luce was wounded, and I came up to him and offered to help him. We talked, and I asked him why he couldn't see the right of things, and join our group. He apologized, and said he would never be able to join with us. So I kissed him and gently slid my dagger between his ribs, and held him while he died.

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For anyone who wonders, Brian is a classmate of mine, a sweet, good looking guy who i have no quarrel with. I have no idea why my subconcious would cast him as my enemy.