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Hey everyone. Finally came out with the second chapter. I haven't written in years so let me know how I'm doing! Comments are welcome!

The Thoughts of A Wanderer- Chapter One

Day 5, Hour 2 (2 Mirtul, 1369)

Dreams.

I find myself waking up at night, drenched in sweat and tangled in worn sheets. My dreams; they are constantly in my thoughts. So many times I have dreamt of Irenicus and his detached face as he carved the cool knives into my skin. How many times have I seen Imoen snatched away from me? My fears and doubts are preyed on constantly. My innermost reflections are reality when I am caught in the dominion of dreams. Even after all of this ends, if it ever does, I have some trepidation that they will not end.

-Sable

"Sable." A bitter voice reverberated throughout the hushed room.

Sable's dark lashes slowly fluttered open; her distorted vision gradually started to sharpen upon a particular figure looming over her. Her dark brows creased as she began to place coherent thoughts together. She blinked a few times finally realizing where she was, and the danger she was in.

"L-Leave me be." Her voice was weary and laced with fear. She tried to yank one of her hands free from the chain it was attached to.

"It is time for more…experiments." The man lifted up his hands, the fingers weaving delicately into a pattern for a spell. Sable closed her eyes tightly and whimpered, sliding back to the end of the cage with what little strength she had left. Her breathing was heavy as she heard the man's chants. She covered her small, pointed ears with her hands trying to block out the horrid sound. Every muscle in her body tensed as she felt a tremor of pain begin at the tip of her spine. Soon the searing pain snaked its way up and into her head. In a moments time she saw a blinding light along with the sensation of needles piercing every inch of her body. She trembled violently as the sensation swept through her. Her eyes flew open as she heard a revolting shriek. It sounded helpless…weak and vulnerable. Whose scream was it? She saw no one else around the small room except for the man. She opened her full lips to retch as she realized something- it was her screams.

Sable's eyes opened quickly as she bolted upright in bed. Nimble fingertips were placed on her clammy brow, the sweat trickling down her delicate features. She sighed heavily as she realized that once more her sleep was burdened by Irenicus and his torture. Her fingers reached for the scarlet covers that had hastily been thrown off of her. When she was done replacing the covers to the normal position she kept them in, she rose out of bed to light a little candle at her bedside. She shivered visibly as she surveyed the lavish room. The large bed was full of feathery pillows and warm blankets. The candle on the small table beside her bed shimmered in the darkness. She hugged herself as she stood in the middle of the large room…alone. Her cold blue eyes looked on as the last of the dying embers made love to the rotting timber in the hearth; she rubbed her trembling hands together quickly, trying to create friction between the chilly digits. She wrapped the obsidian material of her nightdress around her as she made her way to the wood that was stacked next to the hearth. She picked a few logs up, setting them into the fireplace and relighting them. She shuffled her feet on the chilly stone floor as she sauntered toward the window on the opposite wall. Her elbows connected with the cold stone of the window ledge as she looked beyond the glass. In the distance the first rays of golden sunshine could be seen peaking over the rolling hills of wilderness. A soft snow blanketed the grass and foliage, leaving the scene before her glittering like miniature diamonds. The vision faded however when a few dark tresses fell in front of her eyes. Aggravated, she scooped them up and put them behind her ear. Her fingertips settled on the pointed tip of her ear for a few long moments. She shook her head, her thoughts wandering a little further than what she wanted. She looked back out the window, but the beautiful moment that she had captured before was gone…the diamonds had faded as the sun continued to rise. She frowned faintly as she turned away from the outside world.

A small knock on the door startled her. Judging by the hesitant voice outside, it was more than likely Aerie.

"S-Sable? Are you awake?" The small knock came again.

"Hold a moment!" Sable answered as she tied the material around her even tighter. She hurried to the entryway, opening the door halfway to see the blonde-headed Avariel.

"I-I didn't mean to wake you…" She was playing with her hands in an apologetic manner, like a child about to be scolded. Sable waved a hand, smiling lightly.

"What is it you need Aerie?" She tilted her head to the side in question, the small smile still on her face.

"Well…" She looked at Sable for a moment longer before continuing. "…there is a man downstairs. He wishes an audience with the Lady." Aerie looked down the long hallway before continuing. "H-He's making an uproar in the audience hall."

Sable's dark brows creased as she looked at Aerie. "Who could be so important that they demand to disturb our rest?" She sighed loudly. "Is Nalia not about:

Aerie shrugged a bit as she looked away from Sable again. "She's busy, Sable. Besides, h-he's pointedly asked for you. I- they said his name was…" Her lips twisted as she tried to remember the name correctly. "…L-Leonsbane."

Sable's knees suddenly became weak. She clutched onto the material near her stomach tightly- she was suddenly feeling sick. She closed the door a bit and murmured to Aerie distractedly. "I'll be down in a moment. Tell him I'm coming." Aerie nodded once to her and turned on her heels to leave. Sable shut the door quietly, sinking onto the floor in anger. She held her head in her hands and hissed.

Curse the Gods for allowing my existence.