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Hello! This is actually my first thread, so my apologies if it doesn't satisfy you. This is merely the backstory as to why my prized character has no family. Only certain people may know him, but it's still all the same if you haven't. Thanks for stopping by. 
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A man lies in his bed tossing and turning, his entire body shaking with sorrow and anger. Officer Michael J. Brett of the Rosendahl Family is having the nightmare again: The same one he's had once every week since his father's sacrifice for him. The nightmare always started with restless sleep. Sometimes mumbling. Michael's entire body jerked, and the nightmare began.
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It was the same setting as ever before. A misty forest in Fendarfell where Michael and his father, Inigo had been pursued by some rather furious and daring Deathlings. They had been taken by surprise while trekking in the woods. The gray Undead appeared from the woods with swift intent, knocking the pair off their horses. There was at least a dozen of them all armed with swords and spears. Michael got up from the ground and unclipped the ax from his belt, holding it before him in a defensive position. The Deathlings surrounded them.
The dream shifted over to in the middle of the fight. Inigo produced a Firebite and tossed it to Michael. Michael set it off, throwing it at a group of far-off Deathlings. The explosion eliminated three of the foes simultaneously. Another charged Michael, spear pointed straight at his heart. He deflected it with the ax and sent a downward swing, splitting the Deathling's head. The cretin disintegrated into dust. leaving only its spear behind. Michael looked over at his father who was fighting two sizable Deathlings at once. Inigo was severely outmatched and couldn't win on his own. Michael had no time to think of it as the next Deathling ran to him, swinging its sword wildly. Michael merely sent a powerful kick to the face and sliced it across the stomach. He stood there panting.
Again, the dream faded to a later moment. This time to when more Deathlings charged out of the darkness of the woods, assisting their remaining brethren. By this time, Michael and his father were tired. They only had enough strength to last another five minutes of the onslaught. Michael cared not to count how many Deathlings he had killed, though it was many. He looked to his father and his eyes widened. He was being overwhelmed. He was already in combat with four while more were on the way. Inigo was quick, but he was big. Metal clashed on metal and steel clashed on steel for three minutes.
For the final time, the dream moved to the last moments Michael had with his father. Inigo jerked as a sword caught his hip. Michael drew a quick breath and watched his father continue battling for his life. This was always the worst of the dream. He couldn't move. He couldn't blink. No matter what he did, he could only stand and stare at the fight. Inigo parried a blow but was struck by another across the back. He could not parry a blow without still being struck somewhere else. Finally, Inigo could bear no more. He dropped to his knees and was impaled in the heart by a spear. He looked at Michael with sad eyes. Michael's tears clouded his vision. Inigo's expression went from sad to impatient to angry. The drowned out words emanated through his conscience.
"Michael! Go!", his words were. Then, Michael could move. He bolted for the horse that hadn't fled and saddled up, commanding the horse forward. Michael looked back and closed his eyes, the tears still welling. His father had ignited another Firebite, taking out the rest of himself and the Deathlings around him.
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Michael shot upright in his bed, panting in a cold sweat. He wiped his face with the cloth on his bedside and stood up. His only emotion being sadness. After a moment, that sadness turned to rage. Anger only he could know, as it was the most severe kind that was directed towards himself and only himself. He kicked the nightstand beside him through pure rage, snapping a leg off of it. His fists clenched and his shout could be heard through the neighborhood.
"COWAAARRRD!!!"
