It was during the deepest parts of the night, during the rainstorms that hit Heaven before making their way to the Earth below, when the lightning would flash and the thunder would boom loudly into the nighttime darkness that she would wake up with a scream on her lips. The booming of the warriors fighting one another, of the graces colliding, swords colliding and the mass hysteria that followed flashing through her mind.
It was during those times that she would jump from her place in bed and run across the hall to the oldest brother's room.
He wouldn't wake, not completely, but his arm was always lifted for her to crawl under and he pulled her close as her little arms curled tightly around his.