3: Sweet Dreams

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Sweet Dreams

=Chapter 1: A mystery for grabs.=

Florandus Vindivicus had been staying in a small village for a few days to learn about the general area and interesting rumors. He was asking around taverns and shops and was told about something going on in the next village, traders and villagers coming from that direction where always dead-tired and would almost fall asleep on the spot. The whole town, man, woman or child seemed to have nightmares whenever they tried to sleep.

That sounded like a very interesting mystery, one that would deliver him nice things if he where to solve it. The ranger set out to the direction indicated by them when a knight in shining armor stopped him. "Halt, The Order forbids any outsiders who try to enter the village in this direction until the complications have been resolved" Florandus struck his most serious facial expression. "Exactly, I have been sent as a specialist. This is the work of a dangerous monster and we don't have much time before innocent lose their lives." The knight obviously surprised pondered this. "I have received no information about such actions taken by The Order.." The man before him chuckled. "Of course not! Subtlety must be used if a village was about to become vacant because of some monster, do you want to have the villagers panic ant intrude on the investigation?"

The gate keeper seemed unsettled. "No, that would be very problematic. Fine. follow that man there, he will escort you to the village." He motioned to another knight at the village center. After being informed by the gate keeper the second knight and the ranger went on their way.

=Chapter 2: Bluffing on through.=

They travelled for two hours before they came to a village, surrounded by men dressed in the whitest and most decorated robes the ranger had ever seen. "These are the fine mages that keep whatever is in that village from spreading." The knight proclaimed. Next to the village stood an encampment with over a dozen white and grey tents.

The knight waved at a man seemingly a priest and an angel, both confused about the arrival of a gate keeper and a stranger. The knight saw their expressions and stepped up to make things clear before he was questioned. "I have escorted the monster specialist as I was tasked to do. Is something wrong, have we been tardy?" The priest took out a map of the encampment and inspected it closely. "I do not see any empty tents designated for a specialist.. what is your name, my son?" The ranger looked at him, then at the angel. "It is Vindivicus, my priest." The priest saw the glance that was taken at the angel at his side, then thinking aloud he questioned. "Don't worry about her, she hasn't been corrupted.

You where sent to aid us by a secretary of the order, weren't you? Which one was it, Was I not clear when I said that everything was under control?" Florandus worried slightly about this growing feeling of unrest amongst the mages who were listening along while performing their duties. "I.. I must confess. I do not know the name anymore, it was quite long and difficult. anyhow, I was tasked to conduct my research inside the village, you have to find the source to solve a problem. I might as well stay in the tavern, seeing as there is no room in the encampment." A stream of whispers flowed behind his back when he stated his place of resting.

The angel took a step back from the specialist, the priest on the other hand placed his hand on the ranger's shoulder. "I don't blame you for forgetting long names, your kind of people are only good at specific things of course. I would insist for you to rest in the encampment, but if it will help your research I'll grant you permission to enter the village." Without hesitation the ranger took off to get out of this dangerous monologue, passing though the border of mages he felt something. The mages were definitely holding something back..

=Chapter 3: The reaper of dreams?=

Once in the village he received many stares from the villagers, they emidiatly noticed someone unaffected. They looked like walking corpses, unhappy with saggy eye's as if they would fall asleep right then and there. entering the tavern he could see tired old man scream at one another over the simplest thing. the owner looked irritated at seeing the new face. "What do you want.." The young visitor calmly asked. I would like a room to stay the night." The owner slowly looked him in the eyes. "Boy, are you making fun of me?" Florandus shook his head. "I'm here to look into this phenomenon."

The owner laughed with a tone of sarcasm. "Oh, you think you can help us, don't you.. You can make all our problems go away with the flick of you finger, don't be cocky kid. Three days lack of sleep will set you straight, I'd like to see you try." he threw a key to the ranger and returned to his moody customers. With the key in his possession and the room number engraved into the key he walked around town. a few houses had odd signs hanging on them. ..Don't disturb, trying to sleep.. Even more odd was wat Florandus got to see while peering into a window.

A person laying asleep on his bed and a very large silhouette behind him. The silhouette took out a scythe and slashed right through the sleeping person, but neither the person or the bed collapsed. It was as if the scythe had phased right through their flesh without touching it, then a red mist appeared to ooze out of the person and floating into the scythe. The next moment the silhouette was gone and the person as if hit by lightening jumped up and stumbled out of bed. Looking around the house the ranger could find no trace of the silhouette, at least now he knew why no one could get any sleep.

=Chapter 4: Fooling around.=

later that night the ranger returned to his room in the tavern, the bed had not been touched for quite some while seeing the layer of dust on it. After taking off his gear Florandus fell into bed, with a dagger under his pillow he would be at least a bit prepared if he were to get attacked. The room was dark and only slightly lighted by the light of the moon, he used his cloak as a pillow hiding his eyes from the moonlight.

After an hour of trying to fall asleep he stopped moving, he noticed his bedroom door slowly opened. He saw the silhouette from earlier step inside, but.. it seemed smaller. It stopped next to him and spoke softly. "a-are you awake?" Getting no response she lifted the scythe ready to strike. She took down the scythe onto her target, but just when it was about to hit her hand stopped. She was surprised until she felt a hand holding her scythe carrying arm. The young man had a hold of her and wanted to grab the dagger, but before he did he got distracted by a strange noise. The assailant standing next to the bed was trembling and seemed to be quietly whimpering. Using his empty hand Florandus lighted a candle.

Before him firmly caught in his grasp was a dark centaur wearing a purple cloak, body trembling, voice whimpering and tears running down her cheeks. The ranger carefully took her scythe and placed it near his weapons. With a lot of effort he lifted her further onto the bed so that the front part of her body rested on his lap. He took of her hood so that he could see her whole face. petting her head and stroking her back he tried to communicate "Who are you? Wat are you doing in my room? Why did you try to chop me with that scythe?" For all the words he spoke he would only receive un-audible babbling, so he decided to ask her body. He lowered his arms and hugged her, feeling her tense up as a result.

He'd gently kiss her wet cheek. she only seemed to get more scared and yet, she did not push him back or did anything of the sort. Then he used his hands under her clothes to feel her chest, The ranger followed up his earlier actions by pressing his lips against hers, at which it seemed as if she was about to faint. After that she was completely lifted into the bed and had her equine belly rubbed, yet still she wouldn't stop him from doing so. At last he tried to provoke a reaction from her by taking off her clothes. holding up one of her hind legs and massaging her inner thigh, causing her face to go bright red and causing her voice to whimper louder. That's when the door opened for a second time behind him.

=Chapter 5: Awkward excuses.=

"W-w-w-what are you doing to my daughter?!" A much larger version of the centaur stutteringly asked while holding a scythe in front of her as to shoo the man away. Florandus already blushing immediately let go of the young centaur's hind leg and scooted over to her uncovered front. "I was just.. asking her things." The mother and another young centaur hesitantly entered the room. "Baby, did he hurt you?" The daughter didn't respond right away and simply sobbed on the bed while saying "Mommy.."

The ranger waved his arms in front of the daughter and got the mother's attention. "listen to me, I won't hurt any of you. My name is Florandus Vindivicus. I just wanna know why you are all here." The large centaur lowered her scythe and seemed to calm down slightly. "The name is Azalea, the innocent girl next to you is called Ayla and the one next to me is Aurora. Well, we are trapped in this village after staying to long living off the villagers and just when we were about to leave those evil men in white trapped us in, forcing us to steal to much energy from the villagers till the point it's heavily affecting their life. And now.. Some guy tries to rape one of my little girls." She added with red cheeks and her gaze avoiding the two youngsters together on the bed.

"Eh.." Responded the man. "If I get you out of this village, will you promise not to tell anybody wat I did to your daughter? And perhaps give me a reward as well?" The naked centaur on the bed whipped away her tears and finally spoke a whole word in a soft tone. "Promise, mommy." The mother sighed and agreed.

=Chapter 6: A dark shadow passes.=

Once dressed again Florandus and the centaurs walked through the dark to the opposite side of the border of mages, He wouldn't let them out right next to the encampment of course. they entered a patch of forest that was joined with the village. out in the darkness they could see three mages using their magic to light up their surroundings and support the magic shield. Sneaking up on them the ranger pulled one into the shrubbery and chocked him till he fell unconscious, the same happened to another after suddenly having his face pushed against a tree. The last noticed the absence of his friends and attempted to run for a close by mage further down the border.

With the mages incapacitated or routed that part of the shield stopped. The centaurs told their helper of a location to meet up at later. Florandus then made his way through the village to the encampment and on the way, saw nearly every villager sleeping apart from a few still making their way to a bed. Casually stepping through the mages holding the shield up he was greeted by the priest. "Wat is the reason for coming here after having been inside the village?" The angel nearby curiously joined them, but was held back by the priest's arm blocking her way. The young man looked around him and despite the darkness of the night still saw many faces staring at him in the light of a campfire close by. "Well, the source for the nightmares experienced by the villagers had been eliminated."

A few mages were confused and messed up their maintenance of the shield. The priest stepped closer to him, almost as if angry as if he were lied to. "Explain.." He said through gritted teeth. "The source was.. a corrupted gemstone. It has been destroyed, but I also lost sight of some mages." The priest didn't believe a word, but tried to seem nice about it. "Ah, a gemstone.. We will see, if tomorrow and only If tomorrow evening the nightmares have gone I will put in a good word for you with my superiors.

What was your name again, son?" amused, the ranger answered back. "Vindivicus, priest.. Vindivicus." The priest scribbled down the name and walked away, as he did he glanced behind him once more. "What are you still doing here, your job is done." The priest retreated to his tent, and the angel smiled at the ranger as she too walked back to her place of resting.

=Chapter 7: A promise fulfilled.=

Later the ranger and the centaurs met at the agreed location. Florandus was thanked by their mother. The daughter from before walked up to him. "I hope to see you again." Her mother was about to make a sweet comment, when her daughter kissed the ranger goodbye. "Baby, wat are you doing?!" Ayla turned to her mother and smiled. "The reward, remember?"

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