Diary entry #4-12
How could this have happened? I had been sent to look for an undocumented herb when I saw it. It was a few hours before noon. The morning sun caressed the canopy and its rays crept through the branches. On a secluded meadow I saw a most bizarre scene - a snow white sheep, regular yet I felt that something about it wasn't normal. Instinct told me I should run, but curiosity got the better of me that day - what a mistake, I would add. Entering the meadow I realized what wasn't normal, I was not just looking at a sheep in the middle of a forest, so far from its usual habitat, but that usually shy animal was staring at a single grey bear on the other side without making even a slight attempt to backtrack away from the predator. Fascinated with what I was seeing at that moment, I became careless and started to make my way towards the creatures so I could be closer to watch the situation unfold. To my surprise, once I was closer I realized what was wrong - the bear, that menacing nightmare to so many unsuspecting woodcutters and travelers was just standing there like it was confused or unable to decide on its next move. Or was it scared? But that would be too ridiculous to conceive. There was an easy prey, stupid enough to not even run. But was I naive? In my scholarly fascination with that unusual sight I stopped to pay attention to the environment, so I stepped on something. The noise I caused seemed to distract the sheep, which gave the predator a window of opportunity. I saw the gray shadow dashing down toward its prey and I remember saying a prayer for the poor creature, when I saw the bear's jaws wide open. And then all of a sudden hell broke loose.
I don't remember much of what happened, but I do remember the pain and agony. I was suffering. Out of the blue I felt my thoughts rushing in and all of them being about death and despair. I was seeing my own end here in this very place, alone, agonizing and forgotten. My very essence was fading away. I felt my blood pumping straight into my head, causing unbearable pain. Amidst of all that somewhere from the distance I felt a lingering presence in my mind, laughing at my weakness, gloating at my inevitable doom. I tried to fight, but the sensations were so overwhelming, so vivid, that I gave in. I remember tears streaming down my face and thinking that this was the end. Then I lost consciousness.
The gentle kiss of a spring breeze awoke me. The sun stood high above the canopy. I was confused. The memories of what had just happened made me shiver, but somehow I was alive. Slowly I managed to pull myself together and started to look around. I fully expected to see the bear having its lunch somewhere near me, but there was no such thing to be seen. Instead I heard a sheep's heart-touching bleating. How was that possible? The creature was lying not far from me, it was hurt but it was alive. To my surprise I noticed a trail of blood leaving the meadow. Another bleat immediately pulled my attention back to the sheep. I was not going to allow that creature to die just yet. I hastily started to chant the first restoration spell that came to my mind, but as soon as it heard my voice it started staring at me. Needles ran through my heart, weakness chained my legs to the ground and I felt fear - deep agonizing fear...but somehow, that sensation was alien, distant. Was it possible for a sheep to be able to manipulate one's mind? Was I going crazy? Like tidal waves, different emotions were trying to subdue my will but unlike the first time it was somewhat weaker this time around. Still, I had to mobilize all that was left in me to counteract that mental violation. I was about to faint when, as suddenly as it had started, the agony just vanished and with it I saw the creature collapsing. Suddenly a stroke of genius enlightened me - there were scarce reports of encounters with extraordinary farm sheep, which were causing all sorts of damage and were rumored to possess the ability to manipulate their victims' minds. Common folks call them weresheep. Once I would have dismissed that claim as a folk tale, but had I actually experienced a first-hand encounter with one of those weresheep?
Last edited by Blackfalcon; 04/04/13 04:37 PM.
