Seimian Renor Solen
27 day of the Month of Blood
Dark Elf Sanctuary and Tavern
Almost immeadiately, Alaki made himself present through a mental link.
//Mistress? Are you all right? What is going on?//
I shrieked and fell over, looking in all directions for the source of the voice. What is going on?
//Mistress?!//
//Alaki… sorry. I’m going to have to block you from my mind for a while//
I managed to tell him. She was glad that this tiny reservoir of sanity had been reserved for dealing with Akaki.
//Tell Keisei//
//But, Mistress… Why?//
//Because my head will not be the best place for you for the next few hours, or days… or weeks…//
//If you are implying that I am weak, Mistress-//
//Alaki!// I yelled with my mind, desperately, trying vainly with all my might to make him understand.
He was silent for a moment, assessing the situation. //Of course, Mistress Katana.//
He told me obediently, yet with a slightly hurt tone, withdrawing his connection to my mind as I was blocking it.
I sighed when he was gone. He shouldn’t have to endure through this with me. No one should. That tiny conversation, even though it wasn’t spoken aloud, had exhausted my tiny pool of self-control and sanity. I hunched over my knees once more and shuddered, the last drop evaporating from the pool, and my eyes began to dart around wildly once more.
Kyto’s maniacal laughter echoed in my ears, and his whispers taunted her waking memory. Images with too-bright colors flashed before my eyes and stood before me, yelling and screaming. But the worst ones were the ones that were silent- as silent as the dead. I cowered and shook in the middle of the clearing, wishing desperately, vainly for someone to come and rescue me. I couldn’t tell the difference between sleep and wakefulness, the few times my body dared to doze off. I wondered at times if I were awake or asleep, for I could feel the cold, hard, unyielding ground beneath me and the chilling wind as it shrieked through the trees and battered against me, but I also saw impossible images that were so real. Besides, it shouldn’t be TOO hard for my dreams to duplicate these feelings… it had happened before. And my dreams and reality were the same… one unending loop.
How many people wish, spend their whole lives trying to achieve, a waking moment that is the same as their dreams? And here I have just that, and I would give anything for it to go away… even death. Then I could do something about Kyto, trade my soul for his……. I still hadn’t realized that her dream earlier was just that- a dream. To me, at that moment, it was a horrifying moment in time, and very real. The dried tracks of tears from earlier disappeared as slow tears began once again.
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