Nightmare

"Please stop, stop the killing! Please, just stop it!" I cried out, jolting awake and struggling to catch my breath. My heart pounded in my chest, relentless and wild. "Oh my God, not again" I murmured, gripped by the familiar terror that had invaded my dreams for the past few nights.  The darkness outside my window seemed to press in on me, making me feel trapped and helpless. I knew I had to find a way to uncover the truth behind these nightmares and the growing sense of unease that had taken up residence in my chest. As I sat on the edge of my bed, trying to steady my breath and gather my scattered thoughts, the familiar soft sound of the door creaking open broke the silence. Amelia's figure emerged, a look of concern etched on her face. She must have sensed my distress, her eyes scanning the room before locking onto mine. I couldn't shake the nightmare lingered, its vivid images seared into my mind: lifeless bodies of shifters from countless races littered on the floor, their fa