Faewynd
Bane never longed for the world of sleep, he never knew where it would take him. They were rarely pleasant to him though either leaving him confused or were just strait out nightmares. Yet try as he might to stay away the sleep would take him anyways.
It was night time in the forest of his dreams, yet the moon light seemed to break its way even through the thickest of foliage. The forest at night was never a good sign to Bane. This was not going to be a good dream per say, it was either going to be a nightmare or one that left him confused and frustrated.
Bane sighed and began to walk through the forest, nothing looked familiar to him. And for a forest it seemed to lack other plants it was just trees as far as the eyes could see. He felt alone and was getting nervous as he walked on. There was no sound not even from the trees they didn't speak to him not a word. They didn't speak to each other even, it was so odd and quite. From behind came the howl of just one wolf, startled Bane turned towards it. There was still nothing, but trees as far as he could see. Then when he turned to head forwards the path had changed before him. It was sort of familiar to him now, but also distant perhaps someplace he hadn't been in a long time. Bane followed the path as it lead down into what he could tell was a druid enclave. Not just any enclave, but the one he had been banished from. Bane walked further wondering why there seemed to be no one there. He came around a corner of trees and came to find the entire enclave was dead.
Bane blinked and walked over the bodies on the ground with not an ounce of care. He could recognize some of the older people in the group those that had been part of banishing him. He smirked a little almost feeling happy at what ever end these once family and friends had met. Bane continued on through the enclave just searching in the huts and such remembering the place like it used to be bothered by the bodies about. It wasn't till he reached the shaman's hut did he have a problem. He fell to his knees at the site, he had forgotten that it was his childhood friend, the only one he still cared about that was the shaman now. And there he lay dead killed by what ever had swept through the village.
Bane began to sob like he couldn't when he wasn't asleep. He knew this was a dream, but it looked so real he couldn't help it. Getting up he tried to run from the enclave but each time he left the border he would be right back in the enclave again. He finally gave up and sat down as he continued to cry. Had he caused this? Bane had wished the enclave dead more then once. During the day he felt no guilt, but here it was different.
As he looked up once more he was back in the forest of nothing, but trees. He curled himself tight and continued to cry confused and shocked by what he had seen. He was no longer looking at anything but his own hands. He had no idea that behind him though a small distance off were two wolves watching him quietly.
