The massive ebony bull stood over his victim. His bloody hooves glimmered in brilliant crimson as the storm clouds released the light of the dawn. The ground was soaked not only from the heavy downpour, but also from the blood of the loser who now lay motionless on the ground.

The bull snorted, tossing his head into the air and placing a hoof on the mangled body's leg.
A sinister smile crawled across his skulled face as he applied pressure to the bone.
One last rumble and crack from the lightning in the distance, and he snapped the bone in two.
"You're a bigger disappointment than I had originally thought." he sneered, stepping off the young stag's leg.

The pain had become so intense that he no longer felt it... or even if he did, he had to have been insane from it all. However bad it was, he felt it fading away now, just as his consciousness was. He neither attempted to struggle or even thought of getting up. He could only watch the sight of his mother and his family disappearing into the distant treeline- a dark figure forcing them away from him.
Small sprinkles from the clouds above burned onto his side as they landed on his wounds. A massive gash across his right side was lined almost perfectly by deep teeth wounds.

The storm was gone now, and what was left of the rain shimmered on the bloodstained grass around him as morning dew. He lost consciousness, and seemed to let his soul die.

Aleit awoke with a jolt from the nightmare. He looked around the forest quickly- only to see the usual that it is. He lay his head down and closed his eyes again, this time afraid to sleep.

"A nightmare. It never happened."

Yet while he attempted to calm himself- his right side began to burn...