There I was; fighting on the battle field. Everything just seemed to fly by so fast. I couldn't keep track of what was going on; until I saw it. A shadowy black figure stood right in front of me. I could feel nothing but coldness all around me as everything seemed to fade away; everything except me and the black figure.
It quickly pulled out a weapon as it began to circle me. I searched for a weapon of my own and luckily came across a sword that was fastened to my belt.
"You think you can defeat me?" the creature taunted with an evil laugh. I didn't respond. I couldn't respond. I had to put all of my concentration into following the movements of the black figure.
Blackness soon surrounded me as I felt a pain in my side. I immediately looked down to see my very own sword sticking out of my side.
I awoke that night to my own screams.
"Rose!" I heard my door slam open. I looked up to see Peter rushing into my room and Colt already at my side.
"Rose, what's wrong?" Peter asked anxiously as he hurried to my side. I couldn't speak; all I was worried about was checking out my side. I had to see if I was bleeding.
"She started whimpering in her sleep about an hour ago," Colt told Peter.
"Rose, are you ok?" I looked up to find the rest of Peter's family entering my room…with Benjamin in the very back.
"I…uh…I," I stuttered a little, "just a bad dream," I managed to get out. The scariest and most violent dream I ever had, but still just a dream.
"Are you sure?" I heard Lucy ask from across my room. I was very thankful that they were so concerned but right now all I wanted was for them to leave so I could lift my shirt to get a better look at my side.
"Yes. I'm sorry to wake everyone. It was just a dream," I said trying to steady my voice. I looked around the room as they all bid me a good night, only to make eye contact with Benjamin. He gave me a smile before walking out my room. I thought I was going to be sick right there.
"Are you sure you're alright?" Peter asked as he gently touched my cheek, "You look like you've just seen a ghost," he said as his thumb gently stroked the side of my face.
"I just…" I couldn't finish my statement. I had to check my sides. I pulled the covers over me so I could feel my sides with my own hands. I let out a sigh of relief when I didn't feel any pain or wetness from possible blood.
"Peter, I had this awful dream," I admitted as I sat back up in bed. Thankfully Colt was right next to me; I reached out to give him a soft pet in the head, letting him know I was thankful he was also with me.
"What was it?" Peter asked softly as he kneeled down at my bedside.
"I was in battle or something, but then out of nowhere I was alone with this black…thing…and we were about to fight, but then it stabbed me with my own weapon," I rambled on mindlessly, trying to remember everything that happened.
"Is there anything else you can remember, Rose?" Peter asked gently. I could tell he didn't want to upset me any more than I already was, but he wanted to know more.
"No…that's all," I admitted shamefully. There was a moment of silence before Peter spoke.
"Rose…nothing like that will ever happen to you. I promise," Peter said softly.
"No, Peter; you said that I was here because this place needed me. While we were camping out, you mentioned something about a battle. What if that's what's suppose to happen?" I asked quickly, trying not to let anything register with me right now, "What if I'm supposed to die?"
"Nonsense!" Peter exclaimed as he stood up from his kneeling position and turned away from me for a moment. "That cannot and will not happen," he said firmly as he turned to face me again.
"Do you understand me?" Peter asked more gently now as he walked over and sat on the edge of my bed. I just sat there lost in my own thoughts. He didn't know; he couldn't promise me anything.
"Rose," Peter whispered, causing me to look up into his eyes, "I won't let that happen," he said softly as he cupped my cheek with his hand once more. I could only nod as his hand left my cheek. Silence filled the room for a couple of minutes before it was broken by Peter.
"Tomorrow we will begin training," he said seriously as he stood.
"Training?" I asked a bit taken back.
"For battle; I will not let you walk around here without knowing how to protect yourself," Peter told me, "now try and get some rest," he said more softly now. I nodded and sank back into my bed, cuddling up with Colt. My eyes immediately felt heavy as a rush of sleepiness came over me.
"I will be just across the hallway if you need me," Peter whispered as he walked closer to my bed and to my surprise, kneeled down and softly kissed my forehead.
"Thank you," I managed to groggily mumble out.
"You're safe here," was the last thing I heard before I fell back into a dreamless sleep.
