The leader of the guardians hasn't had sleep for five days. In her mind one image is replayed over and over. Even when she sleeps her dreams are nightmares worse than the ones Nerissa gave them.
A haunting voice calls her name.
Will…Will…A voice she doesn't know…a voice she seems to recognise like an old friend.
Look inside…Will…Will…The voice changes to something else. Something that even in her nightmares she knows is a memory.
You were my best friend…One voice…one image of the fire guardians warm brown eyes.
One touch…her warm skin turning to ice…
One voice repeating those lines over and over…
Some may argue whither it is even possible to cry in their sleep.
But Will Vandom knows by now nothing is impossible.
Someone watches her as she sleeps.
She watches as the keeper tosses and turns in efforts to wipe the voice and image from her mind.
She watches as her face drips with sweat even though her covers have been long kicked off the bed.
She watches and hears Will silently scream.
She is watching. She is waiting.
Her moment is nearly at hand. Now she just has to watch the rest of the guardians.
In their dreams…in their nightmares…
"Chosen ones…"