| Gwen sat on a chair in the Elven Infirmary besides Herenui. Earlier the woman had menaged to cut off her own hand. There had been blood all over the floor and Gwen had been covered with it. She could still feel the warmth of it on her hands. Blood. Death. So much of it lately. It seemed everywhere. Constantly reminding, constantly putting her in a state where she had troubles thinking straight. She sighed and rested her book on her lap to glance over to Herenui. She was sleeping rather restless. What a shame I am not a professional healer. Maybe I could have saved the hand… Gwen sighed again, her eyes still on Herenui but slowly closing, feeling her own weariness.
“Control freak !!!” Jern shouted in her dream as he had done earlier in the evening. He looked over at Alar who was calmly seated at the other end of the bar. Stop it ! she wanted to say, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t say anything. You are wrong, Jern, stop it. But the words wouldn’t come. “You must tell, Gwen.” Sagittarius put a hand on her shoulder, reassuring. I want to but I can’t. Again the words wouldn’t come. And she knew why they wouldn’t come. She didn’t even know the entire story, so how could she ever really explain? She only knew a part of it. The part that lived with her every day. The dreams and a gift that terrified her.
“You must die!” She turned around in her dream and saw the elven undead come at her. Frozen with fear the child Gwen only stood there looking in horror at the sight in front of her. She could see…
With a gasp Gwen awoke trembling. Besides her Herenui moaned softly in her restless sleep. |