Commander Braghaman Larethian

More Dreams

“WAKE UP!”

Braghaman’s eyes shot open. He scanned from side to side but saw very little given the darkness of the room. His ears strained to hear the voice again but it was not there. All he could hear was the slow breathing of Niviene asleep beside him.

Another dream, Bragh thought to himself as he lifted his head off the pillow to look around the room. Nothing was out of place. Slowly he rolled out of the bed and stood up. It took a moment to get his bearings in the new room. After taking a deep breath, he quietly moved around the large bed and stepped out of the bedroom. 

Braghaman pulled the door closed behind him and then started walking down the hall. They’d only been in the house for a couple of weeks at this point, but it already felt like home. He stopped at the staircase and looked up to where the kids’ rooms were. There were no sounds. Bragh stood for a moment and then looked opposite the stairs at the heavy oak door. 

That was the door to their safe room, their bunker. The one that Truthhammer Industries put in for him as the house was being built. The solid door with its stonework frame looked slightly out of place in the hallway. The masons that put it in had said it could withstand anything short of Deathwing itself. Bragh nodded to himself, privately hoping that he would never have to put that to the test. 

Bragh moved down the hallway to the living room. He had just stepped into the room when he accidentally kicked the leg of a chair with his bare foot. The paladin leaned over and grabbed his foot and hissed as he stumbled into his armchair. He was so happy that Niviene didn’t want all new furniture when they moved into their new home. Of course, she had never suggested any such thing, he thought to himself with a smile.

Taking a deep breath, Braghaman leaned back into his chair and closed his eyes. He’d gotten used to waking up in the middle of the night. The dreams seem to be happening more and more often. He’d spent more nights than not sitting his his chair, trying to remember what ever it was that had woken up.

“WAKE UP! NOW!”

Bragh bolted upright in his seat. His head swiveled from side to side, trying to find the source of the voice that had just spoken to him. As he looked around the room, there was a dull thud from outside. The paladin shot up out of his chair and ran to the front door. He grabbed the mace that hung on the wall next to the door and then yanked the door open. 

Outside, standing in a lone patch of moonlight, stood a man wearing white robes. There was a tall hat upon his head and he leaned against an ornate staff. His face was gaunt and his sunken eyes stared at the paladin. Braghaman looked back, recognizing the face but not quite believing what he was seeing.

“Benedictus?”

“Death comes for all,” the fallen bishop said as he raised his free hand. “On wings of flame!” A light shot forth from Benedictus’ hand and flew straight at the surprised paladin.

Braghaman opened his eyes and sat upright in his chair. His hands came up to his chest and began feeling for the wound, but could find none. Looking around wildly, the paladin saw nothing but the darkened room. Nothing was out of place.

“Another dream,” he whispered as he sunk back into his seat and ran his hands over his face. “Another fel dream.” Braghaman let out a slow breath and tried to figure out what was happening. Before he knew it, light was starting to creep in through the crack of the curtains. Realizing that the rest of the family would be up soon, Bragh struggled up out of his chair and made his way into the kitchen.