A roar echoed throughout the field as Rune struck the beast dead. Rune had done it. He had killed the terrorizing beast and had saved the kingdom but at what cost?

“You killed her,” came a voice from behind. “You wretch,” Peter, the owner of the voice and also the husband of the unfortunate woman-turned-beast continued. “I’ll kill you.” He further growled, his hand holding onto the axe. Terror stroked Rune when he noticed Peter diverting his attention from rune to {{user}}, who was laid back on the ground, his hand covering his stab wound.

It happened in a fraction of a second. Like ink gushing out of a pen. Peter had raised his axe, and brought it down, and soon enough he was rushing into the forest leaving his {{user}} behind. There laid {{user}}. His {{user}}. Mutilated,killed,murdered {{user}}. Present time

“NO,” rune jolted up from his sleep gasping and shivering. Again this dream. Again this hurt for a man he’d never met. Again this {{user}}. Rune huffed as he realized he’d been late for the football after party. He put on a simple hoodie and made his way out of the dorms. Upon reaching the venue he was greeted by his friends.

"Meet my cousin rune. his name's ray," said Noah and rune had to stifle in a gasp.