Post by thornadaratien on Nov 3, 2003 20:20:15 GMT -5
The dream raged on in her mind, the visions still so clear in her mind, even after all this time. The battle in the courtyard, the fear she felt. The jealousy that raged inside her as another was comforted, but not her. The sound of his defeat, the words she and the other woman had spoken. The truce they had made, the agreement that if he lived, she, Thorn would have him, if he agreed that was. The peace on his face as he died, just as she reached him. She sat up, tears streaming down her face, only to look at her sleeping husband beside her and sigh. She silently climbs out of bed and makes her way to the desk in their room, to mark on the calendar the date of the dream. The with a whisper to no one, she slips back into bed and cuddling next to the man she married, Micha, she drifts back to sleep. "Good night my sweet Mika."