Morning time. The sun gleams down on the city, illuminating every blade of grass as morning dew glistens and the breeze silently runs through, blowing the grass and plants around. The central fountain of Rish bubbles forth water where only one girl is sitting.
It's an early but lovely day to be up. Even with nothing, she's still amazed by the sights. She merely stares off, taking in all of the sun and calm weather.
Waking up to see this would have never happened without the nightmare. What could it have meant, that nightmare? She closes her eyes, trying to forget but only able to remember everything all to well.
The chill dank of that dark alley so uncomfortable and every step terrifyingly unpredictable. It felt like anything could have happened. It was so horrible. So... real. But it couldn't have happened she thinks looking at her shimmery reflection as it's shattered by constantly bombarding fountain water.
Nothing like that could exist. Nothing like that hulking inhuman figure in those shadows. No god, no matter how cruel, could make such an abomination. Mother nature would never mutilate a creature in such a manner that it terrified all.
That voice or whatever she could call it was just revolting. The sounds it uttered was savage and primitive. It sounded ready to pounce on anything and kill or rip their face of just for fun.
But that can't be. Petrified in fear by the fountain, she tries to regain composure. It's impossible. She's in danger and she knows it. Her heart races as she knows what happens, hearing that thing.
It's here.