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The mist rolled up the river and swept out past the reeds and oaks. Everything seemed blurred along the far edge of vision. The drone of insects and the rattling of the river were drowned by the distant sound of a child crying.
Fear emanated from the child, doubt gnawed at her heart; fear of becoming an outcast.
In the Dreaming, many things are possible. Time and distance are irrelevant. Visions may become clear or they may raise more questions. In the Dreaming you can learn much about others, even those you’ve never met. Such as knowing that this crying child had few she could trust around her, and that she was afraid of one she could not avoid. >> Traveled far/through much toil <<
Chrysalis groaned in her sleep.
‘I wonder at this child, with cares beyond her years. Who is she? She doesn’t seem to be human, so what then? A Sea creature? Acoolie or Gull? No she looks to be neither. How can she walk the Dreaming without knowing or control? We must find this child… yes, she is special and so afraid. But this is just the Dreaming, I don’t know where she may be. I must inform the others, but I must sleep, real sleep…’
Chrysalis sighed as she fell into the dark enveloping clouds of deep sleep.
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Nadir ran hard. Her temple still throbbed from her punishment, but she had to keep running. She had slipped into the City via the Great Gate, as Leslie’s scouts strode out. She had crept along the streets towards the keep where she could feel Sam. Just as she rounded the corner, the Gates of the Barracks loomed up before her. She smiled as she heard Shatyfia names screamed from within. Then….
“You keep moving there Miss. Nothing to see here.” A big burly soldier towered over her.
“My aren’t you a handsome fellow.” Nadir knew he was her ticket to Sam. “In your fine-looking uniform, so tall and strong.”
“Now see here Miss, you move along or you’ll see more of this place than you’d care too.”
This wasn’t right words were failing her. “But, see, it’s my brother, he’s inside. I need to see if he is all right. Mother is beside herself with worry, after the attack and all. Please, won’t you help me?” Nadir simpered. She had him now.
“Now listen Miss, if your brother is within, which I doubt, he’ll be on duty. You and your mother will have to wait until his shift ends. Now move along!”
Nadir scowled, and marched off, and stormed straight into a group of people.
Her hands flustered against two of the group. They recoiled in shock.
“Forget, forget, that we ever met.” Nadir instinctively chanted.
Two fainted, all eyes swung to Nadir. She took and involuntary step backwards.
“What… NO! Guards!!”
“Gull! Gull on the grounds!”
The group pulled their limp friends away rom Nadir and kept shouting.
The guard was still on her tail, and she was moving away from her quarry. They would pay dearly for this inconvenience.
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Jack was sleeping fitfully. Strange dreams plagued his him.
He was in a tunnel; running away from something. He had to reach his goal before it caught him up. He wasn’t afraid, he was running towards hope; his last and only hope.
**wakes just before the dream explains itself**
A sudden resounding boom brought Jack abruptly from his slumber.
Confused but alert, Jack took in his surroundings and was on his feet in a matter of moments.
“SAM!! What in the name of the Stars are you doing?”
Sam crashed his shoulder against the door with his full weight behind it, again. The door did not so much as shudder.
Sam looked back at Jack. “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.” He made to take another run at the door.
Jack grabbed his arm pulling him back.
“By the Stars! You’ll have woken everyone! What’s gotten into you?” Jack wished the words back as soon as they escaped his lips. “What are you doing?”
Sam had stopped pulling away and turned those deep brown eyes up to Jack. “I want to get outside.” He said it so simply; so childlike.
“Sam, it’s the middle of the night, you should be asleep, not trying to shatter the door down.” Jack’s tone was soft, yet tinged with reproached concern.
“Jack, I need to be outside. Besides,” Sam’s voice strengthened. “She’s in my dreams. I need to be active. I could take over someone on the Watch.” His eyes widened with hope.
“Oh Sam. No we’ll both stay here. Perhaps we could ask for some dice. That would keep you busy.” The guard would be up to inspect the noise soon anyway.
Sam grinned, he actually grinned. Reaching deep into his shirt and produced a small leather pouch.
“I don’t believe it.” Jack rolled his eyes.
“Always keep my lucky ones with me.” Sam shrugged and both fell to laughing.
They passed the night with gambling and the stories that always accompany such activities.
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A sinister shadow loped up the stairs of the Keep. Its black blade drawn and bloodied, and craving more.
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