[ WP ] You are immortal however if you die in a dream , you die in real life . You have mastered the ability of lucid dreaming , however one night , you are faced with your worst nightmare .

The taste of the air itself told me I was in a dream, even before I opened my eyes. Before mankind started production at their factories and built towers into the sky the air was clean and crisp everywhere you went. The last time I had smelled the air this way was the same day I died. Before a call for vengeance landed upon the ears of a god. 
 
 `` Kristoff, are you awake?'' A voice whispered into my ear. I became aware of the warmth at my back and of the slim arms wrapped around my bare chest. 
 
 Opening my eyes I did n't respond, instead glancing around the small cottage I had built by hand for my wife and I. The cottage we had always dreamed of sharing after my service to King Leif. *It's not real. * I reminded myself. *This is a dream. * 
 
 Hilda poked my side and I could hear the smile in her voice. `` I know your breathing husband, shall I tickle you awake instead?'' She asked, hands roaming towards my neck. 
 
 Reaching back I grabbed her hand, squeezing the soft palm. Clearing my throat I spoke, still holding her hand. `` I apologize, I did not mean to wake you.'' 
 
 `` Mmm, worry not.'' She whispered, voice still husky with sleep. `` There are worse things a woman could wake up to than that of the warm, muscular body of her loving husband.'' 
 
 I felt a grin curve my lips despite my desire to remain somber. This was a rare but familiar dream. Should I not enjoy whatever time I had with my wife, even if it was not real? 
 
 Smiling I executed a quick roll that ended with me on top of Hilda, her arms pinned above her head and our faces inches apart. `` Tell me more about my muscular body, woman.'' 
 
 Hilda breathed a short laugh, blue eyes twinkling and brunette hair spread out around her. Before she could speak I captured her list in a demanding kiss. Only a taste of what was to come. 
 
 After a time I decided to let my wife rest and ventured outside. Good mood evaporating as I realized it was already dark. Had it not been morning a short while ago? Cursing I looked up at the stars and waited, knowing what was coming next. 
 
 Within seconds I heard the low whistle of an arrows passage before it buried itself in my stomach and sent me to the ground in pain. I used the techniques I knew to detach my emotions from the dream. To become a third person observer to what was about to transpire. A frown creased myself as the pain continued to linger. 
 
 `` What the devil.'' I groaned to myself, rolling over and coming face to face with Kellan. The leader of the bandits sent by King Leif as punishment for leaving his armies. 
 
 `` This is the end for you Kristoff.'' Kellan spat on me and a sick grin twisted his otherwise handsome face. `` But not before we have some fun with that wife of yours.'' 
 
 `` Nooo!'' I roared and struggled to get to my feet. In a blink Kellan's axe cleaved away the hand I was using to steady myself and I fell, screaming, my world briefly disappearing in the pain. 
 
 When I came to I was tied to a wooden pillar inside my home. Kellan was true to his word, and his soldiers made sure I was aware enough to hear her screams. My struggles were futile and only served to pump more blood from my wound until I was dizzy. Hilda reached out to me, tears in her eyes and I held my own arm out, the limb shaking. 
 
 I stayed like that long after the life left her eyes and Kellan strode towards me, still bloody sword dripping on the floor. He placed the tip against my chest and whispered into my ear, but his words did n't reach me. I was numb to everything, even as the sword broke skin as it was pushed. There was time to think. *At least we'll always be together now. * Then there was only darkness.
