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later, but my entries will be coming in as I write them. So they may be
hours to weeks apart. But still read and review.
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Seatan Sadiablo was awakened from a deep and dreamless sleep with a rough shake from his Eryian son, Lucivar Yaslana.
"Damn it Sadiablo, wake up."
Seatan growled as he swatted Lucivar's arm away from his shoulder pulling the covers over his head.
"Father, wake up."
That got Seatan's attention. Lucivar voice held fear and sadness, not to mention annoyance. Seatan got up with a grunt and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
"What happened?"
"I don't know, its Jeanell though."
Jeanell, daughter of his soul and his Queen. Seatan grabbed his robe as he asked, "What happened to her, what's wrong?"
Lucivar sits down and puts his face in his hands. "I don't know. But I was woken up when I heard her scream."
That got a quizzical look from his father. "A nightmare?"
"Not unless nightmares make you scream inhumanly and give you whip lashes on your back."
The High Lord stared at his son. "Whip lashes?"
Lucivar nodded. Not a minute later they both ran out of the room, headed to Janelle's.
Deamon sat in a chair next to the bed that his wife laid on. Wringing a piece of cloth to clean the wounds on Jeanell's back.
"Are they gone?"
"No sweetie, not yet."
That's when Seatan and Lucivar walked in. Seatan walked up and placed a hand on her shoulder. "How are you feeling? Does it hurt?"
She winced as Deamon dabbed some medicine on her back. "It seems it only hurts when someone touches them."
He placed the cloth in the water filled bowl and gestured for the other two to the door. "Get some rest, baby. You'll feel better when you wake up."
Quietly shutting the door, the three men walked halfway down the hall to talk. Both Seatan and Lucivar turned to Deamon. Lucivar asked, "How is she, really?" At the same time Seatan asked, "Is she going to be ok?"
Deamon leaned against the wall and sighed heavily. "Yes. No. I don't know. From what I've seen, she was having nightmare. Then she woke up screaming with whip slashes on her back. They won't heal and they won't stop bleeding. I don't know what's going on."
Seatan walked back to the room and looked in. "Do you know what she was dreaming?"
Deamon looked at him sadly. "No, but I can take a guess."
"It's them, isn't it."
He nodded and leaned his head back against the wall. Inside of the room, Jeanell is asleep. Tossing and turning. Saying two names over and over again. Lucivar turned to his brother and squeezed his shoulder. "They were her children, your children; don't think she'll forget all that easily."
Seatan walked over to join them. "Yes, but don't you think dreams should stop after 1300 plus years." He sighed. "Go take a walk or a nap old son. We'll watch over her for a while."
Deamon was going to argue when Lucivar said, "Deamon, you need it."
Deamon walked off to a secluded lake. On the far side of the lake, under an ancient willow tree lay two graves under one gravestone. Deamon kneeled between the graves and wept into his hands.
Alliana Sadi Sadiablo ----- Lucian Yaslana Sadiablo
Caring Siblings
Loved Children
May the Darkness Embrace You
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Just to let you know, I may get a few things wrong. Like jewels and ages. If you find anything, please let me know. Please review. I want to know what you think. ; )
Please review. Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleas......
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Seatan Sadiablo was awakened from a deep and dreamless sleep with a rough shake from his Eryian son, Lucivar Yaslana.
"Damn it Sadiablo, wake up."
Seatan growled as he swatted Lucivar's arm away from his shoulder pulling the covers over his head.
"Father, wake up."
That got Seatan's attention. Lucivar voice held fear and sadness, not to mention annoyance. Seatan got up with a grunt and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
"What happened?"
"I don't know, its Jeanell though."
Jeanell, daughter of his soul and his Queen. Seatan grabbed his robe as he asked, "What happened to her, what's wrong?"
Lucivar sits down and puts his face in his hands. "I don't know. But I was woken up when I heard her scream."
That got a quizzical look from his father. "A nightmare?"
"Not unless nightmares make you scream inhumanly and give you whip lashes on your back."
The High Lord stared at his son. "Whip lashes?"
Lucivar nodded. Not a minute later they both ran out of the room, headed to Janelle's.
Deamon sat in a chair next to the bed that his wife laid on. Wringing a piece of cloth to clean the wounds on Jeanell's back.
"Are they gone?"
"No sweetie, not yet."
That's when Seatan and Lucivar walked in. Seatan walked up and placed a hand on her shoulder. "How are you feeling? Does it hurt?"
She winced as Deamon dabbed some medicine on her back. "It seems it only hurts when someone touches them."
He placed the cloth in the water filled bowl and gestured for the other two to the door. "Get some rest, baby. You'll feel better when you wake up."
Quietly shutting the door, the three men walked halfway down the hall to talk. Both Seatan and Lucivar turned to Deamon. Lucivar asked, "How is she, really?" At the same time Seatan asked, "Is she going to be ok?"
Deamon leaned against the wall and sighed heavily. "Yes. No. I don't know. From what I've seen, she was having nightmare. Then she woke up screaming with whip slashes on her back. They won't heal and they won't stop bleeding. I don't know what's going on."
Seatan walked back to the room and looked in. "Do you know what she was dreaming?"
Deamon looked at him sadly. "No, but I can take a guess."
"It's them, isn't it."
He nodded and leaned his head back against the wall. Inside of the room, Jeanell is asleep. Tossing and turning. Saying two names over and over again. Lucivar turned to his brother and squeezed his shoulder. "They were her children, your children; don't think she'll forget all that easily."
Seatan walked over to join them. "Yes, but don't you think dreams should stop after 1300 plus years." He sighed. "Go take a walk or a nap old son. We'll watch over her for a while."
Deamon was going to argue when Lucivar said, "Deamon, you need it."
Deamon walked off to a secluded lake. On the far side of the lake, under an ancient willow tree lay two graves under one gravestone. Deamon kneeled between the graves and wept into his hands.
Alliana Sadi Sadiablo ----- Lucian Yaslana Sadiablo
Caring Siblings
Loved Children
May the Darkness Embrace You
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Just to let you know, I may get a few things wrong. Like jewels and ages. If you find anything, please let me know. Please review. I want to know what you think. ; )