Activity in the Hawke home was dying down for the day. Leandra had just gone to lay down for the night and Bethany was sitting curled up on the sofa dozing off with a book in her hand. The oldest Hawke sibling seemed to be restless though. Well he was almost always restless especially since the other Hawke twin set off to Ostagar.
This restlessness was different however. He was left with a feeling of well.
Foreboding.
It was as if something wrong was going to happen.
Something large.
Then something small.
Something slightly rectangular and recurring.
Hawke plopped himself down next to Bethany and stretched. He thoughtfully scratched his beard, stretching his back in the process until he heard a satisfying pop. He tried to shake the negative thoughts from his head.
His attempts where however unsuccessful. Terror and dread filled his entire being as he sat there mulling over his thoughts.
Just terror and dread.
Terror and dread for the recurring.
Hawke did believe the most horrifying things to happen where those that happened in recurrence.