Hearts weep,

As people sleep,

The people are gone,

Let their love live on.

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Baird glanced at his charge as she whimpered again. She had been asleep for nearly three days now. Since early in the morning today, she had been whimpering much like this, he didn't know why. Most people in the hands of Dreamrose were only given true dreams, they weren't usually terrifying, and the sleeper was almost always quiet. Frowning, he set about the task at hand, writing a letter to Imrah to ask him if he had any notion of who would do this. So far, they had questioned the cook thourghly, with a truth spell laid on her. She had given a very accurate description, but the man in question had dissappeared without a trace. He sighed and began to write as the dawn light poured in his window.

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Numair had come to check on Xlelon with Daine. They were sitting around, contemplating, when suddenly she gave a blood curdeling scream, followed by tears and pleading to get the people out, get them out. They shivered and made the sign, wondering what she dreamt of. Daine grabbed her hand, nearly crying herself. Baird looked at Numair, who was white. The sleeping girl calmed slightly, but as minutes passed, her breathing became more and more rapid, as if she was frightened. Daine continued to hold her hand, though she was now trembling. About an hour after the first scream, she screamed again and curled up in a small ball. She was sobbing. Kitten, who had followed Daine in, whistled forlornlly. Daine looked at her.

"Kit? Can you go into her dreams? Like you did with me?"

Kit shook her head. Numair sighed, as did Daine. Five minutes later, Xlelon gasped and opened her eyes abruptly. She was not awake though, as she looked at them voidly.

"The people," she whispered, "No! Not the children!"

Then she lay back down, sobbing as she did. They knew she was asleep still because she closed her eyes again. None moved as they watched her. Someone had fetched the king, because he came in, looking worried.

"What has happened?"

Baird sighed heavily.

"I do not know. She has screamed twice in the past hour, and cried out often."

Daine sniffed and wiped her eyes.

"I don't know who did this to her, we don't even know if it's her they're doing it to! She keeps calling to the people."

Numair was still ashen from her screams, no one in all of his memory had ever screamed like that.

"She is under the influence of Dreamrose, but nothing like this is happening here, or we would have known."

"Memorys." Said Jonathan heavily. "I was drugged once with Dreamrose, I remebered my ordeal."

Numair started. Baird nodded, he remebered. Numair however was still confused.

"But…but dreamrose give dreams of the present!"

Jonathan rubbed his head.

"The healers told me that it was a combination of Verveine and Dreamrose, when I woke up. It is a combination that seems to make the bearer of the poison relive their worst memorys or feelings."

There was silence, most of it wondering what her worst memory was. The girl sighed and opened her hands.

"It is done." She murmured. "The war of hate has begun." And with that she fell into true sleep again. Baird sighed.

"It seems as if she has survived it. Perhaps she will be quieter now."

Daine nodded, not trusting her voice. Numair was contemplating.

"The war of hate has begun? It sounds like a prophecy."

Jon nodded.

"It is not of this world. There are no wars, not now, nor in her memory here."

"Perhaps she is remebering coming here?"

"No, there was only her. She is calling to many."

Daine sighed.

"Yes."

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Later that night, Xlelon woke without fanfare. She sat up slowly, surprising Baird and Daine, who had stayed the whole day.

"Could someone tell me the date?"

There was silence for a moment, then Baird found his voice.

"It is September the eleventh."

"Ah." She said calmly, "That explains it."

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Sorry every body. I did warn you.