RISE OF THE DISCARDED SON-IN-LAW

NIGHTMARE

Alarick opened his eyes and noticed he was in a field. The grass beneath his feet was soft. The cool wind danced around the blades of grass on the ground and the trees swayed by the force of it. It was all so serene. Blonde hair entered Alarick's area of vision for a moment. He blinked for a second and it had disappeared. He turned around looking for the hair he was sure that he just saw. He saw no one. Only he stood in the field.

After Alarick had given up, laughter filled his ears. The sound seemed to be coming from everywhere in the field. He turned around and just like before he saw no one. The laughter continued and his expression dropped. He knew whose laughter that was. How could he not?

“Grace? Grace, please come out.”

Obeying the command, a hand touched Alarick’s shoulder causing him to turn around. There stood a woman with a sad look and a small smile on her face. Her white knee length toga like gown rippled as the wind blew through it and her hair swayed in the wind slightl