Time: approximately 10 mins
Word Count: 357
Comments: did this in club tech. …. I like it…

It was a dark and stormy night…or so all the stories go, Calen thought miserably. In this case, it really was a dark and stormy night. All he could do for now was shiver under the shelter of a big grandfather tree. He was always sheltering under one of those because they were the only refuge he could afford. There were no caves in these forests. It was like that in Camelus. The forests ran on and on and and there was no hills or mountains for miles and miles onward.

The only true hills and mountains he had seen, he had passed by a long time ago. He didn't have the time to stop and watch the scenic beauty, all he did forever was fun and run. It was particularly cold this night. The rain clouds were pouring their rain down with a vengeance, and he was soaked to the bone.

A flash of lightning and he braced himself for the sound of thunder. It came, louder and with more intensity than before. The storm was not going to stop anytime soon. At this rate, Calen was going to fall sick and there would be nothing he could do about it. There were no shelters.

To his left, he heard a laugh. He turned his head, his body suddenly tense with wariness. Calen saw that there was indeed someone to his left. It was another assassin. He had a dagger in his hand.

The whole scene happened in slow motion. It was as if he could do nothing to stop it. The man's hand came up and flung the dagger at him and like a dumb animal, he stood there and did nothing to stop it.

Calen opened his eyes in terror and flung back the covers. He breathed in hard for a few minutes. The slave looked around him and saw that he was only dreaming. There was indeed a storm, it was probably why he had the nightmare. He sat back in relief and thanked the gods that he wasn't out there tonight. It wouldn't have been a nice night to have been in.