Disclaimer All this belongs to Mercedes Lackey, except for what you don't reconginze which is my own.
Mist surrounded her; she was lost in the mist. Fear welled up in her at the sight of this all too familiar dream. What am I doing here! She screamed inside the vaults of her mind. They said that on the sixth level of the seven hells no one could hear your screams. Well there was a fighting chance of someone hearing you scream there, in your dreams there was no hope. Slowly the mist shifted and changed, unmasking a pleasant looking landscape. A field with rolling green hills dotted here and there with groves of trees. A pleasant scenery to most but it was one that she had come to meet with dread. Any second now they would appear. Right on cue, as if her thoughts had summoned them, off in the distance she saw two figures moving. They appeared walking towards her through the waving knee high grass.
"Well met again, child." The woman dressed from head to toe in the deepest of black greeted her. The woman's voice was kind and gentle but underneath it all was the toughest of steel.
"It has been long since last we met." The other said. He was a little boy with flaming red hair and intensely sapphire eyes.
"It has only been a day," she contested around her fear. She was half-afraid to speak, figuring that talking would only encourage them. It would only confirm the fact that she was going insane. Once she had tried not responding only to see them continue to return.
"Maybe it was not that long for you," the young yet strangely old boy continued. "For us the time has spanned days."
"Days!" she spat, refusing to believe it. "It has been naught but the passing of dawn and dusk. Now here you are again haunting me like the night before," her voice grew quieter, pleading. "Why do you haunt me?"
"Child," the woman said. Her speech was compelling, and the relatively young woman she had come to remonstrate was forced to look her in the eye. Eyes that were eerie to behold, for they were nothing but the expanse of a starry night sky. "Will you answer the summons?"
With those words she heard off in the distance the voice, a voice that she feared above all yet still she yearned to hear it. The deep male voice called out to her, pleading with her and drawing her to him with the simple call of her name.
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