The feeling of weightlessness overwhelmed Phil, the biting cold of the dark embraced his bloody body. He lays unconscious in the ever-expanding darkness. But suddenly a bright red glow tore the peace that was brought by the endless dark.
"AHHHGGGG!!"
Phil clutched his left eye which was throbbing in pain.
"AHH!! Why is this happening, I...I thought I was dead."
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After overcoming his dejection, Phil attentively listens to Ferox's explanation of how to properly control his violent urges. "Okay boy, first things first. Do not be overwhelmed by your cruel urges. No matter what the voices inside your head whisper, do not do it. Even if the sigil is not activated, the urge to do violent things is magnified because of its presence. One more thing, this does not apply just to those that are around you, but to you as well, your body to be specific. For example, if you are in a situation where you want to scratch yourself because of a minor inconvenience and the sigil activates, you might end up with heavy injuries due to not being able to control yourself and scratch yo
"Look for another cave boy. I do not trust that cave anymore, the prisoner might have planted a trap for you inside the black goo." Phil nodded upon hearing what Ferox has to offer. He swam inside the walls of the prison and decided to head towards the opposite side from where the past cave was located. It took Phil almost all of his current energy to arrive in a habitable cavern. Before he entered he stared at the prisoner that was lying with its head down inside the black goo, bubbles of air could be seen popping up near its mouth located in its belly. Phil could not believe how a crazed being could be cu
The beeping of the alarm clock startled me awake. My back was drenched in a cold sweat as I recall the nightmare I just had. But no matter how I concentrated I cannot recall a thing except how I was swallowed by a horrendous creature. '7:00 AM' I sat in my bed and turned off the beeping alarm clock. Slowly calming myself down from the nightmare I just had. I can hear the soft clanging of dishes and the smell of something cooking downstairs. Mom was preparing breakfast for the family, but something does not feel right. I can smell something fishy downstairs albeit subtle but it was there. 
Phil arrived at school at 8:00 AM with dark bags under his eyes and a sickly color on his skin. He did not fall asleep again after he had the horrifying nightmare, terrified that he may be subjected to such a nightmarish experience again. Although the school campus was a private institute, it was rather old and a little dilapidated, a place where ghost stories and mysterious tales were often heard. From weird kids to athletic jocks the school was full of students since it was the only middle school that is available in the city; it was home to this numerous kids. "Good morning Phil." Greeted Eric.
Phil screamed at the top of his lungs and stood up from where he was seated. He heaved violently like a drowning man finally able to gasp for air; cold sweat drenched his back as he tried to calm himself down. After he finally calmed down he noticed numerous pairs of eyes were staring at him. Mrs. Vilbar was staring daggers at him as she squinted her eyes. "Mr. Craft, I hope you have a valid reason for interrupting my class." She stated with clear annoyance in her voice.&nbs
Phil arrived at Seth's office; he knocked on the door and waited for permission to go in. "Come in." Seth's voice called. Phil went in and saw Seth sitting at his desk wearing white gloves and reading a clay tablet, signs of weathering and broken-off pieces were easily noticeable as the piece was clearly archaic. Phil looked around and saw shelves of books pertaining to human psychology and the history of cultures, the room was filled with the smell of dust and musty old books similar to a library. 
Two days passed and it was Phil's birthday. Phil was still a little pale since his nightmares didn't end, but now he could understand a little what his nightmare seem to mean because of the discussion he had with his teacher Seth. Although he could not stomach the realistic sensations of being tortured in his dreams he was somewhat slightly accustomed to it, although he still shivers on the thought about it. Both of his parents took the day off to be with him and that made him very happy, Phil knows that even though they are very much busy they still love him. He watched with glee as people he had not seen for a year came and joined him for his 13th birthday.&
Liber Somniorum is an old book that contains the mystery of dreams and how to navigate its plains. It explains how the plains of dreams are divided. First is the 'Shallows', a place where you will find yourself at the beginning of your sleep, the outside can influence your dreams and manipulate them based on your understanding, for example, the sound of water dripping outside can be projected in one's dream. Second is the 'Plain of Desire and Idea', it is the largest part of the plains and the most crowded, this is the place where your normal dreams happen. The third is the 'Deep', a place where people find themselves deep asleep that they experience no dreams at all. Next is the so-called 'Twilight Zone', a place filled with miasma that comes from the abyss, the miasma induces nightmares in the people who come in contact with it, the twilight zone on occasion erupts thus sending miasma toward