[OOC] Shaded Dream...
The first thing that registered to him was the searing pain on the right side of his forehead. The intensity of it was so exact, so precise, that he could barely open his eyes. It didn’t matter when he finally could though; he was surrounded by a black fog that prevented sight. He could hardly breathe because of it, but it was hardly significant at this point; the mark that was piercing through his forehead took premise over all else.
The black clouds seemed to finally roll, raising up and forming into clear figures. What they were he couldn’t tell, as the figures all wore cloaks as black as the clouds. One of them was different, with bright, evil red eyes and a menacing smile. The pain on his forehead intensified at the appearance of this thing, and he thought he might’ve screamed but he couldn’t hear it. However, before the red-eyed figure could solidify anymore, it vanished; the other robed figures took to the sky, circling him, making the area more clear now that they were above his head.
He was at a lake, in the middle of a forest somewhere. There was someone lying beneath him, but he couldn’t make out his features, only could tell that he was dying. He had an overbearing sense that he should do something to help this man, but he had no clue of what to do. He could barely think straight, with the burn on his forehead and the myriad of voices he heard swarming around him. Accompanied by a high pitched wail, there was one more distinct than the rest of the voices;
“You’re going to die.”
And he couldn’t help but think that was true. Those black monsters were going to kill him and this man and there was nothing he could do…
And then a bright light appeared behind him, chasing the clouded figures away. It jumped over him, almost blinding him with its incredibly white intensity, and made him forget his own pain. The voices began to fade away and the high scream died as well. The cloudy figures soon evaporated into nothingness as the light enveloped the area.
He looked up to see what the source was, and found himself staring at a majestic white stag. Its eyes were soft and warm, and if it wasn’t for its slightly opaque body, he might have thought it was a real thing. As he stared at it, only one thing came to mind.
Prongs.
That was it. This was him, this stag was part of him. He is Prongs.