Havon: The Histories Teaser

There had been rumors of people disappearing at this time of night, ones that now began to run through the boy’s mind. Rumors of children gone missing. Travis had never been out this late and began to give into the rumors that flooded his mind. As the rumors took a hold of his mind the boy began to get scared. The boy’s fear began to consume him and the night began to play with his head. Pillars that surrounded him seemed to change and begin to move as if they were people in the night. Statues started to become more then stone, as the boy’s mind began to see wings coming from behind the statues as if they really could fly. The wide expanse of the darkness began to be filled with red dots that reminded Travis of eyes. The boy’s nightmares, his very worst dreams of how he might die, were coming true.

Travis began to walk faster as the panic quickly traced through his body filling every part of him until he was in a full sprint. The shadows moved with him, as if they were running beside him. He began to hear leaves coming after him. The trickle of hard dry leaves against the rock of the path he ran upon. The time of the year was all wrong though; the leaves had not died and the trees were just blooming. The noise was something else entirely.

Travis took a chance and looked back over his shoulder. As he did his foot stubbed into a crack in the rocky path. He tumbled forward landing directly on his ear as he skidded to a halt. When the motion stopped Travis knew he was bleeding. The boy tried to pick himself up but as soon as his head lifted up from the ground nausea waved through him. His world began to tumble in a silent spin. The spin was expected; the sudden silence that overcame the night was not. Travis tried to turn around, finding himself able to do so, but past the rotation he found he could move no further. He squinted, trying to see through the darkness—trying to figure out what nightmare stalked him on this night.

It occurred to Travis that he might be dreaming. So in the realization he used a technique his father had tried to show him: he tried to calm his thoughts so the dream might change. If nothing else, maybe he would wake up entirely. But as much as his mind focused upon changing the dream the darkness stayed. With the darkness staying the sounds of leaves returned. The sounds now were all around him as if the sound was encapsulating him in a cell that would bring the end for this teen. With this realization came the understanding that he was certainly not asleep. With that came the pain from his ear and the nausea in a completely new form. It pierced into his mind as his eyes began to close he saw a new motion. The form he now saw was similar to a man’s but moved far more fluently and separated Travis from the sound. Travis could see the figure make a quick motion as its hand rose to the heavens. The last thing the boy saw was a blinding flash as light revealed gargoyle like figures surrounding Travis and his protector. Then, for Travis Nevin, there was complete darkness.