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| - Waking Nightmare is the 11th episode from season 7 of The Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy.
- Waking Nightmare is a mage spell from the Entropy tree in Dragon Age: Origins.
- I can’t sleep. And this isn’t for the usual reasons – my brain isn’t on rapid-fire mode, I’m not crying over how lonely and unloved I feel, and I’m not on and off of my iPad (well, now I am). No, the reason I can’t sleep is that something’s been watching me for about a week now, and I’m only just starting to realize what this thing might be. Since last Monday, I’ve constantly felt a pair of glaring eyes burning right into the back of my head. I had rationalized it as stress-induced paranoia, but now I’m not so sure. It seemed unnatural, not as in ghosts or aliens but just not of human understanding. After a thrashing 20 minutes of sleep, I woke up dripping with icy sweat. The alarm opposite to me indicated it was 11:35, and now it’s 3:40. I have it set up so it only indicates the time when I press it, so finding it in the pitch-black was a pain. But, there’s a good reason for that – I can’t sleep without any visual or auditory stimuli. Combined with my crippling fear of the dark, this was not the best of situations to be in. I’ve been pressing the button for at least an hour now, but I feel bound to my bed, as if I’d just awoken from a coma and only my arm had not suffered from entropy. The soft glow of my iPad has made things slightly better, but the blackness in my room was still swallowing most of the light emitted. I keep going into spasm, and when it happens, my body feels like it’s encased in a block of ice. The worst of it is that I can see shapes – incorporeal forms in the darkness made from darkness themselves. I’m feeling more and more desperate by the second. I can’t scream – believe me, I’ve tried. The shadows are touching me now, sliding their fingers through my torso with both flaming heat and terrible cold at the same time. It’s torture. My heart is pounding, I’m afraid I’m going to have a heart attack. The pain is getting worse and more frequent. The spasms are now near constant, and it’s hard to control my body enough to type. I’m seeing faces, horrible, disfigured faces screaming silently right in front of my eyes. Their wordless shrieks were horrifying – and the detail was perfectly realistic, not like something my usually fantasy-orientated brain would come up with. Oh, God. I can hear them. The thousands of screams piercing my skull. I feel like I’m about to explode, and I’m crying uncontrollably. Both of my shoulders feel gripped by a series of what can only be described as long, thin pieces of metal. Amongst all the screams, I hear demonic whispers promising me an end to all this. But I know this will not end soon. Two hours. It’s been two hours since I could last write. My whole arm went fully paralyzed and I was subjected to a lot of things since then. Whatever this thing was is using me and has been for the last two hours for some kind of cruel fun. I’ve been burnt, cut, beaten, and, rather recently, raped. But when I look to where I feel these pains, there are no marks or scars. But that’s just what it wants. My mind is at its edge, and I feel like I’m going to break any minute now. But I won’t give that thing the pleasure of seeing me do it. Another hour. I think this thing is letting me type this so it can be recognized or something. I’ve now been eaten, ripped apart and had my eyes gouged out, and I even went blind for about 15 minutes. I must be strong, this night can’t last forever. Maybe this thing counts on that, though, maybe it has some kind of plan. I’m just praying it doesn’t. Oh. Thank. God. It’s over. I was paralyzed for another hour but it’s over. Upon dawn breaking, that horrible demon left my room and I could feel the darkness shy away as sunlight shone through my windows. I’m laughing uncontrollably, the spasms have stopped and I can move my whole body freely again. I’m hugging myself. I’ve changed, and hopefully this won’t land me in an institution somewhere. Wait. I just realized something. That thing didn’t die, it just left. It skulked out and slipped through the walls and the other shadows just dissipated. Could that mean…. No…… Oh, God, help me….
- It hurt. Everything hurt. Papa had reassured her it wouldn't hurt; She was going to have a word or two with him about that. It was when she tried to roll over onto her back that she discovered her left arm was broken, the sharp pain making her scream join the moans of suffering around her. It took a few tries - her tears had turned the dust and dirt to mud caked against her cheeks - but she managed to sit upright, her right hand bracing the injured left arm gingerly. Panic was settling in. Where was her family? Nearby lay the broken cryo-pod she had been tucked into shortly after leaving her home. The memory of her father's face as the pod closed still fresh in her mind. She struggled to her feet, eyes darting to any sound. Frantic cries that called for her family were only met by others doing the same. Time passed and eventually pain and panic gave way to shock and denial. Surely this was just some horrid nightmare forced upon her by the suspension field. She was still safe, asleep on the Exodar next to the rest of her family. They were leaving Draenor, her birth home, fleeing their ancient enemies. Her parents had picked up weapons she'd never seen them use before, bringing their family to the Exodar. Two of her cousins and an Aunt had perished during the fierce fighting, but the strong Draenei and Broken fighters had won the day, capturing the vessel and allowing them to take flight. She herself had not been in the fighting, rather trying to tend the wounds with what little healing spells she knew. Her entire life she had always thought to become an Crafter like her parents. Crafting beautiful jewelry or trinkets. But then the fighting had started. Her peaceful parents fought alongside the other warriors, surprising the poor girl to no end. And now.. now she couldn't find them. Of course she couldn't. This was but a dream. Exhaustion dragged her to her knees, her arm aching trying to warn her the reality she was in, but she would have none of it. All she needed to do was wait until she woke up. "Child, are you alright?" The Broken bent down to examine the young Draenei female who was like so many others he had found this day, in such a confused shock that they barely knew who they were, let alone what was going on around them. Blinking, she looked up at him with unfocused eyes, "I'm waiting to wake up. They will all be there when I wake up. Papa said so, he promised." Sighing, he keeled next to her. It was painfully obvious now that her arm was broken, as fragments of bone stuck out of her lower arm. Loss of blood would explain the pallor of her skin, "Here, let me help you with this." He summoned the spirits, calling them to help the flesh and bone mend. It was far from painless though, and the girl was whimpering, not even having the strength to scream. "Come with me, I'll show you a place where you can rest and heal. What is your name?" "Accendie," was all she said. She swayed while she still sat, but the tears had renewed, realization starting to creep across her mind. The Broken male helped her to her feet, and she leaned upon him heavily. "I am Firmanvaar, Accendie. Spirits know I wish we had met under better circumstances, " his sad smile went unnoticed by the weary girl, "Come, the others are over this way. Perhaps your family is already there."
- Gold Reward File:GoldIcon.png Reputation Disposition Type Creatures Enemies Quest ID Waking Nightmare is a quest available in The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim.
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