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Chapter Twelve^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^
Who is dead? Celebrwien. No! Too long ago… then who is lying mangled on the floor? What sort of nightmare is this? Face down, suffocated in their own blood, one pointed ear still visible…Ai! Their hand is still warm, but no heartbeat, life has fled this place, and who can blame it? Not even hope has bothered to stay for a formal goodbye…
A dark figure stands behind the corpse, breathing raggedly. I move backwards until I can feel the stone wall against my shaking shoulders, and stand. A gauzy curtain ripples aside, and a moonbeam is thrown across the face that will reveal who has made these past days a torturous dance of daydreams and nightmares.
A laugh cuts through the nightmare I am living. It takes me a second to realize that it is my own.
"Isorfir! What…"
I freeze as the moonbeam spills down his tunic, revealing something that makes my heart drop, and my throat cave in.
Bloodstains.
I cry out, finally aware of my own voice. Keeping my back to the wall, I inch around the corner, drawing my dagger out in front of my chest. He, my friend, the one who taught me all I know, raised his hands slowly, looking stricken. Hoarsely, pleadingly, he spoke:
"'Thiel, please! It was not me, why… I came too late! Please… Lle rangwa?"
I turn a silent ear to his pleadings, narrowing my eyes. I move so I am facing the chest of drawers, and throw open the doors.
A bloody sword lies on the clothing, staining a rich green tunic. Fear builds in my throat, and my knees turn soft as I turn it over carefully.
Isorfir's sword.
Faster then I have ever moved before, I whip around as a scream rips its way out of my ragged lungs. I throw my knee into his chest, movements executed before in playful sparring. Horror peeks its way out of his expression as I pin him on the canopy bed, my dagger pressed cold and cruel against his shivering throat.
Green meets brown as I stare into his eyes, those eyes I know better than my own.
The crash of the door echoed in my brain as my nightmare silently crept away.
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