The Lover of Nightmares

Helped (Nightmare's P.O.V)

     As Archaic gasped and tried to get the brute to release her, her vision started to blur. Her mind grew fuzzy, and she could't think anymore. As her body started to go slack, she realized that the best she could do is give up. She was happy to give her short life in this realm for this random human that she's never seen before in her life. At least now, she would have one good thing on her conscience before she died.
     She was just about to close her eyes, when she was suddenly dropped, air suddenly returning to her lungs and body. She coughed and looked up to see the smaller boy with snow in his hands. Archaic didn't notice it before, but it was winter here. The smaller one threw a snowball at the orc again and again, and eventually everyone joined in. Soon, the bully was covered in enough snow to make a giant snowman. Archaic stood and wobbled over to the smaller boy. His shirt and the snow was stained in blood. His blood. It was the darkest crimson that she has ever seen. Darker than a normal human's blood. This boy was a curiosity.
     As everyone cheered and high-fived each other, the weak one just walked into the school, ignoring the cheering, ignoring the congratulations from his peers, ignoring the happy faces and the talking, and the light. All he wanted was darkness. He wanted a place to hide. He wanted his own shadow that he could go to at anytime, and that shadow would comfort him, make him feel as if everything is alright. A shadow he wanted, a shadow he would receive.