Thel' Vadamee
Audio Log #15- nightmares
I woke in a cold sweat, eyes wide, in the middle of the night. The midnight air was cool around me, adding to my feeling of alertness. I had been having a nightmare. They seemed to begin after the encounter with the mysterious Urag. I didn't get a good look at him, but I knew I had seen the exact same monster before...
I settled back down into my cot, and fell asleep once more. I began to dream. It began benignly, living out a day in my past life. The sun was out, my wife was smiling. But all was not well. The year was 2021, and the next day I would be heading to war. These were the first days of the resistance, which was little more than a twinkle in our eyes. Continental governments were still fighting back, but ultimately failed. However, this was yet to come. At this time, the Urag known commonly as "The General" was at large. I am one of the few survivors from the early days who knows of the atrocities he committed, the families he personally slaughtered. What happened on the night with the campfire was particularly threatening; the General was known to go hunting, hunting for humans. He would raid small homesteads, or groups much like ours, for the sheer pleasure of killing. It is fortunate that we had our weapons, or we would certainly be dead. Anyway, at the time of my dreamy reminiscence, I had known little about the Urags, and much less how to tell them apart. The day had been going well. I had had dinner with my wife and son, and then he had gone to play outside. My wife and I then took out the bottle of champagne given to us at our wedding, and had what we thought may be our final drink together. I still remember the taste of the champagne, and my wife's kiss. It was to be a last, carefree night before I left. However, nothing ever goes as planned. This is where the nightmare came in. Suddenly, I heard a scream from outside. I grabbed my sniper, which had been propped against the wall next to the door, along with my gear. Running outside, I saw a terrible sight. It was my son, being strangled by a massive Urag that had materialized out of the shadows. I couldn't shoot for fear of hitting my son instead. I stood there, helpless, tears filling my eyes, as the live was choked out of my son. My wife was screaming, screaming for me to do something. But I couldn't, couldn't risk hitting him... His eyes would haunt me, this I knew. As he died, the Urag dragged him into the night, never to be seen again..."
With this, I awoke a second time. This time, I stayed up. The worst thing about nightmares, is that sometimes they are true...
Audio Log #15- nightmares
I woke in a cold sweat, eyes wide, in the middle of the night. The midnight air was cool around me, adding to my feeling of alertness. I had been having a nightmare. They seemed to begin after the encounter with the mysterious Urag. I didn't get a good look at him, but I knew I had seen the exact same monster before...
I settled back down into my cot, and fell asleep once more. I began to dream. It began benignly, living out a day in my past life. The sun was out, my wife was smiling. But all was not well. The year was 2021, and the next day I would be heading to war. These were the first days of the resistance, which was little more than a twinkle in our eyes. Continental governments were still fighting back, but ultimately failed. However, this was yet to come. At this time, the Urag known commonly as "The General" was at large. I am one of the few survivors from the early days who knows of the atrocities he committed, the families he personally slaughtered. What happened on the night with the campfire was particularly threatening; the General was known to go hunting, hunting for humans. He would raid small homesteads, or groups much like ours, for the sheer pleasure of killing. It is fortunate that we had our weapons, or we would certainly be dead. Anyway, at the time of my dreamy reminiscence, I had known little about the Urags, and much less how to tell them apart. The day had been going well. I had had dinner with my wife and son, and then he had gone to play outside. My wife and I then took out the bottle of champagne given to us at our wedding, and had what we thought may be our final drink together. I still remember the taste of the champagne, and my wife's kiss. It was to be a last, carefree night before I left. However, nothing ever goes as planned. This is where the nightmare came in. Suddenly, I heard a scream from outside. I grabbed my sniper, which had been propped against the wall next to the door, along with my gear. Running outside, I saw a terrible sight. It was my son, being strangled by a massive Urag that had materialized out of the shadows. I couldn't shoot for fear of hitting my son instead. I stood there, helpless, tears filling my eyes, as the live was choked out of my son. My wife was screaming, screaming for me to do something. But I couldn't, couldn't risk hitting him... His eyes would haunt me, this I knew. As he died, the Urag dragged him into the night, never to be seen again..."
With this, I awoke a second time. This time, I stayed up. The worst thing about nightmares, is that sometimes they are true...