Demon's Eye stuff by Peter Rosen

This is a dream a character has. I hope you like it.

Will was running through a dark forest. Suddenly, a bolt of black energy shot past him, barely missing his left ear. The spell hit a tree a few feet away. He watched as the tree, which had been healthy only seconds before, wilted and died. Another spell blazed past him, this one crimson red. It smashed into another tree which promptly burst into flames. A silvery bolt grazed his leg. Blood spurted from the wound.
He fell to the ground. He dragged himself onward. The spells continued to come. He dodged more bolts, but they just intensified. The pain in his leg became unbearable. He collapsed.
A figure appeared out of the darkness. Will called out for help. The figure approached him. It was an old man, slowly making his way through the looming trees of the cursed forest. The man carried a black staff with glowing red symbols that barely penetrated the darkness.
Will called out for help a second time. The man approached him and smiled a toothless smile. The man lifted his staff and brought it down onto Will’s back. Will cried out as he felt pain explode from the point where the staff made contact. The man lifted his staff and brought it down once more, all the while more bolts of energy from an unknown source exploded around them. Will lifted his hands to cast a spell, but nothing would come.
Will watched as a blue bolt of energy struck the man with the staff. The tormentor with the strange staff suddenly changed into ice. A second bolt hit the man and he shattered into a thousand pieces. Will turned around to see a dark figure standing before him.
She was tall and imposing, her deep blue eyes seemed to stare right through him. Her long black hair seemed to melt into her cloak in the darkness. A silver dagger appeared in her hand. She lifted it high above him and then drove it down toward him. It barely touched his arm, but his life seemed to drain out of him. Slowly he became weaker and weaker until finally he could feel nothing more. Then the laughter began. It drained him of hope and happiness. With one final twist of the dagger, everything went black.