Chapter six:
Though he had before managed to resist the pull of sleep, fearing to have his nightmares turn worse in his dreams, the pull had become too strong at end, and he had nodded off. To his relief, his dreams were meaningless, as his mind brought him back to the time where he had spent a full night, looking up at the stars, and, as a result, did not have any familiarity with the living nightmares he saw when awake.
Suddenly, something shook his shoulder, pulling him from the peaceful land of dreams. Immediately aware, he looked around in surprise, for a few seconds thinking he was sitting in his own room, Regis shaking him awake and Wulfgar standing by the door – as if he had merely fallen asleep against the wall. But, just as sudden, he remembered what happened, and he noticed that almost nothing had changed in the room.
His eyes turned to his side, seeing the ghastly appearance of Regis standing there, the halfling's once cherubic face twisted with agony.
"Drizzt," Regis' ghost whispered, an unspoken question within that voice, holding up his hand, showing the covering of blood that hung from the transparent fingers, forming a single, large drop.
The drow knew what the question was. 'Why did you do it?' 'Why did you kill us?'
Your fault…, the voice within his mind whispered again, and, once more, Drizzt felt his vision blur as tears filled his eyes.
He turned his gaze downwards again, not being able to meet the accusing gaze of his now dead friend.
"Leave me alone..," he whispered, praying that if the ghosts would abandon him, the bodies and the blood would disappear as well.
A/N: Happy new year, everyone. I keep my promises. If you wish to see what the others will react to Drizzt's words, make sure I get FIVE reviews for this chapter… Cackle.
