Dark in My Imagination-A Time to Heal
Chapter Four: A Time to Heal
This was such a weird dream. What was that fluttering white figure doing? The voice was too slurred to understand. Pitch gave a weak groan, feeling rather achy all over his body. But, the Nightmare King didn’t dream like some naïve child! Matter of fact, he hardly ever slept. His mind never stopped racing anyway to try to sleep. Besides, why slumber when there was no need to with such power? His job was at night, to scare the little ones.
Oh, right… was the Nightmare King. He had been overthrown.
After nearly an hour of flying, Lumina found a safe place for the two of them to rest and make camp. Right now, Pitch was first priority. He had lost so much blood. The gash across his back was still bleeding. The extent of the rest of his injuries was still unknown to her. Not only had it soaked through his tattered cloak, but seeped into the angel’s clothing as well. Resting the fallen king against an oak tree, the angel quickly set to wor