Eric Flaman

I lay awake waiting for the Fear. At last his face appears sheathed by darkness. I can’t scream for when he arrives even the old timekeeper standing at the end of the hall is choked. I bound out of my bed wielding a fiery sword taking the beast by surprise. Claws lashing he slashes my chest. Before I faint I got that beast in the eye. I awake in a white padded room the beast may have won, but I still have his eye.