A.N The Stories Mine the characters aren't. All Credit goes to Richelle Mead.
There was a hallway, and a door. A very strange door. A door which bared the famous dragon of the Dragomir crest. Although it was not a plaque on which the crest was etched...it had been burnt into the wood of the door. There was still smoke coming off of the mark....it was fresh still warm to the touch.
Fingers reached out for the door...reached out to caress the singed wood, to trace the contours of the Dragomir crest, and as those fingers so delicately and lovingly traced, they picked up the residue trapped in the grooves staining them in a thick black soot.
A hand appeared to go with the blackened fingers, they slowly curled into a tight clenched fist... the fist of a madman... one full of rage... and pain? Madmen didn't feel pain...did they? I certainly couldn't see who this was but I knew it was a man definitely a moroi, he was tall and had dark hair. A short time passed in silence there was a really sombre feel in the air and then there was a sigh, one so filled with sorrow and as the person sighed the ash they had held onto so tightly slipped through their fingers onto the floor the hand curled into a fist once again the body was visible now but I still could not tell who it was. The hand beat onto the door in a thud of desperation and after a sob was heard. The body slid to the floor and continued to sob. The person took a shaky breath and then let it out slowly with their head leaning against the door they spoke their voice riddled with fear, with pain...
"cousin..."
With that one word that he had choked out he had been stripped down to his soul to allow the very core of him to grieve in that moment he had the innocence of a child, the beauty of an angel, the worries of an dying adult and all the fear of the devil...It was all to much, It was just too much for one person to handle and still be okay and so he sobbed...he sobbed as if his world was gone...sobbed for the joy he no longer felt...sobbed to maybe at least feel some kind of release...sobbed in the hope that the day he would cease... the day in which he would cease, would be soon.
I woke to a thud and looked around to assess the surroundings. Tabby had fallen off the bed again. God knew what that girl dreamt about. You would think after three months of the same thing happening someone would be used to it. We bunked together, ate together did practically everything together. I mean girls have got to stick together around here. It was too early to be up yet. I just rolled over and tried to get back to sleep. I wanted to find out what was up with the dream I had just had.