Night Terror

Date: 8/28/2016

I was treading lightly out in the field, fox body dim against the shadowy field. I heard a twig break and sped away, feeling the giant, curved sword brush across my bushy tail. I dart out of the field, bursting through the door of the house not so far away. I sit inside a while, chest heaving. For some odd reason, I must go back out there. I slink through the door, quiet as a mouse. Diving into the field without a moments hesitation, I start moving fluently through the tall, dry grass, fur rippling with some unknown emotion. Then I see it. The thing that's been hunting me. It's black, beady eyes have a red tinge and its body is dirty and bare. The thing that really stands out again the moonlight is it's great, curved sword, razor-sharp to the touch. It's head suddenly twists towards me, and I leap up, barely missing the blade beneath me. For the first time in forever, I strike back. I grab the sword in my paws in a human-like way, stunning the creature. I swing the sword into its neck, pushing as hard as a fox can. Dark, clawed hands reach toward me, but I push on until the demented head falls off and the body lays still. I grab the head with my paws and quickly make my way back to the house, leaving the blood spurting thing behind me. The dream ended.