Haunted by nightmares

Having spent so much time and dedication in his search for the Black Cauldron, the Horned King had seldom time to sleep - Of course, given his accursed state of being, the lich had no real reasons to.

However, this night would be a bit different. Tonight, the Horned King would attempt sleeping, for the first time in... Two-thousand years, was it? It felt like everything had been nothing else but two-thousand-or-some years.

For the moment, the Horned King felt that there was no Black Cauldron to search for. It irritated the Horned King to no end that all his years of searching may have been all for naught, but perhaps he could finally rest? even if it was for a single day.

Removing his mask and turning back into the human he once was(he had to find Malina one of these days to thank her for breaking the curse), Morvenhym finally laid down on the bed(though the blankets were tattered and the pillows had a few puncture holes) and allowed himself to drift into slumber.


The Horned King dreamt of being in a chasm of darkness. He was held down by chains, submerged in water that boiled and burned at his skin. No matter how hard he tried - No matter how far he would reach, he was unable to escape. He would cry out, but the burning water would fill his lungs.

The Horned King woke up, his heart racing and body coated in cold sweat.



{{Nothing of real importance! Just... Nightmares!

Poor HoKi.}}