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After a long and tiring walk through the plains and woods Chris thought he could look forward to a long rest at his parents farm...He yawned and carried on... Breathing a sigh of relief as he left the woods he looked up at the small cottage and area of farmland around it...


Blood,bodies... he sprinted forward and saw them strapped to the wall of the cottage... his parents bled to death in some sort of sacrifice...

Falling to the ground he wept for a moment and looked up...a flashing silver blade swept towards him...he ducked falling to the ground.

He rolled away and drew his sword...after a short exchanging of blows more of figuires appeared from the door... clad in black clothing and red painted faces they were a daunting sight... soon they outnumbered him...





he ran

Waking with a start relieved to see the dim light glowing from oil lamp she now kept burning at night so she wouldnt be in the dark, struggles a moment to untangle the twisted bedding from around her and standing. This one was different...she thought moving to the open window and letting the soft summer breeze blow over her sweat sheened skin and pushed a few damp stands of hair from her face, as she looked to the crib where her son is sleeping peacefully,and stepped over to caress his cheek softly. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes,sits in a chair near the window pulling her feet up into the chair wrapping her arms around her knees pulled up to her chest.
As her gaze slowly moves from the window out into the deepening darkness her thoughts return to the nightmare..the same one she'd been having since her arrival in Gobiath...no not quite, since meeting Dain.

[/i]Walking through the forest at night as it slowly gets darker and looking around in confusion unsure of her location, she tries to look to the sky, to the stars for some direction but is met with an ever darkening canopy of trees. And then the undistinguishable whispers hinting at some unspoken horror... It didnt matter which way she would try to go the whispers could be heard and she tried not to hear them, didnt want to know what they were saying, knowing by some sense that they were borne of something evil. And then a shadow blacker than the black that surrounded her all ready could be seen approaching, and she would turn to run but even though her feet were moving and breath panting with the effort she was not getting anywhere. Looking over her shoulder the shadow was just standing, not chasing and beckoning her..

This where she usually woke up and this dream had been the same for months until...Her eyes dart to a fairly new scar on her left arm her expression a mixture of fear and confusion. After this occurred the dream changed just a little... the beckoning shadow seemed somehow inviting now, somehow soothing.

But tonight, there was something terribly wrong, this one showed her in the darkness surrounding her a fleeting glimpse of a menacing red face and the ground beneath her feet was squishy and held an unnatural warmth on her bare feet. And far in the distance ahead she could see someone poised with a blade over someone else. a sense of urgency gripped her trying to call out a warning but the darkness took the sound, swallowing it before it could reach the person. In attempt to run finds the ground becoming uneven and looking down there seem to be little rivulets flowing from the direction shes going. Following them with her eyes suddenly she is closer and sees the people strapped to the wall, lifeless.
A movement to the side catches her attention and looking in time to see the grief stricken face as he ducks and rolls from the blade that cut towards him.....CHRIS!!

A shiver runs through her despite that its not cold and closes her eyes to the vision trying to reassure herself that its just nightmare...and that he is fine.

With a jerk she sits bolt straight in center of the bed entangled in the bedding again, only one thought standing out in her mind...she had felt him.
Her eyes slowly drift around the sparseley furnished room in the dim lamplight to rest on the crib and Brentel's tiny form sleeping peacefully.
Pulling her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around tthem. She rests her chin on her knees staring out the window into the dark for just a moment. "I know I felt him"She then closes her eyes concentrating on the nightmareand on him.

The same as the previous night but no as intense because she already thought she knew what she would find and she did. The lifeless bodies strapped to the wall as well some scattered bodies of the redfaced unknowns which would promptly melt into the darkness when she ventured to get a closer look. A handful of scattered blood trails leading into the dark, one of them seeming to shine of some unnatural light, and she knew this one was his. Following it with her eyes into the dark and squinting to see something. Finally she is able to make out a figure hurrying away with a limping gait.

And this where she woke this night as she opened her eyes whispering "hes alive that Im sure of". Looks again at her sleeping so as she lays back down to try and sleep knowing that she most likely wouldnt.