Have you ever had a nightmare that wasn't scary, but still left you scared?
Have you ever had a dream where instead of waking in a cold sweat from fear, cold tears rain from your eyes?
Have you ever watched your siblings killed, one by one, and be completely helpless as the monster finishes you off last?
Have you ever dreamt about someone you have known your entire life, someone that was so close to your heart you would shatter if they disappeared, then wake up and realize that person didn't exist, but you still remember the love you had for them?
Have you ever felt the life drain from your limbs as you crumple to the ground, the shock of death just barely creeping into your heart before you wake up?
Have ever held a baby boy in your hands,knowing full well that is was dying? Have you held your own son, trying to convince yourself that your heartbeat was his, and those breaths you heard coming out of you were of his doing?
I have. By dreams I know what it means to die, but I also know that the death of those I've seen around me hurt way more than my own. I cherish them because of this, and I would rather take their fate instead than have any of these dreams come true. This is my oath. I refuse to lose them again.