I dreamed. There was a fierce battle. Shaunt was there, fighting on the side of the Elves. One of the Rhitel soldiers was brutally slashing at him, and finally hit his eye, slicing it in half. I ran to him and called out his name, but my voice faltered, and disappeared. Humans were being slaughtered by Rhitel, the Elves doing their best to save them.
Just one bird circled endlessly in the sky. It's eyes reflected fire, horrors. I felt alone despite the hundreds of people around me. I felt exposed. The bird raised it's shadow-black wings and dove toward me slowly. I couldn't, no, didn't want to move. I wanted to lose myself in it's eyes, I wanted to die. The bird came closer, slower, and exploded.
I sat up in a small room, searching for signs of battle, searching for the bird. I was alone. No battle, no birds, only a window and a blanket on the floor where I lay. It was mid-day, Kalis was high above, bright. Voices came from the next room over, none were recognisable except for Zess'.
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 Asheill · Mon Dec 08, 2008 @ 11:06pm · 1 Comments |
