She noticed the door was slightly ajar that was when the alarm bells started ringing, never was the door left open. Her heart sped up as fear slowly seeped its way through her body. Cautiously she removed the knife she kept in her boot, gently nudging the door open. Nothing, creeping round the corner of the living area she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Taking a step towards the bedroom door the smell hit her nose, rust and salt, another step forward nearly sent her flying as the surface slipped beneath her feet. Looking down she saw the blood pooling from under the door. Heart pounding wildly she push the door open. A blood curdling scream ripped from between her lips.
Sonea sat bolt up right panting wildly a slight ringing in her ears. Judging by the rawness in her throat the screaming had not just been in her dreams. The sheets were a mess down the bottom of the bed and several of the pillows lay on the floor. She raised her hand shakily and wiped away the stray tears that only just now she had noticed trickling down her face.
Half an hour later the sun glided over her window sill bathing her now tearless face in sunlight. Sighing Sonea closed her eyes letting the suns rays warm her cold skin. Id better get ready wouldn't want the Highlords novice to be late for class. Sliding off the bed her hand absentmindedly grazed the necklace around her throat. She set off for the baths trying to push the thoughts of the night out of her mind.