The room was dark, no, not the room, the world was dark. Eainix stood alone in the center of this dark dark world. Loud footsteps stomped behind him, and he turned around slowly, to be face to blade with Frostmourn. "You shouldn't have betrayed me, Champion." The Lich King's hollowed voice said. Eainix stared at the blade, the wound in his heart burning, being so close to the blade that insnared him, killing him when he was a proud warrior. The blade moved up and touched his chin, and he swallowed hard. Arthas moved with lighting like speed and stabbed his heart, for the second time in two lifetimes.
Earinix bolted upward out of his bed, fear clawing at his fast beating heart. he looked around the room on the boat."Lass?" He said, his voice raw, as though he was screaming in his sleep. Her purple head perked up and looked at him with amber eyes. "What, Earinix?" She said, he grinned as she said his name, he liked it when she said it, he didn't know why, he just did. "Did I wake you?" He asked quietly. She nodded her head slightly, "Yes and no." She said with the same queitness he had. Earinix cocked his head to the side as he sat up on his arm. "What do you mean?" "I mean, your screaming entered my dream, but I woke up only after you stopped." She said, looking down to her hands. He sighed, "Sorry about that, night terrors, I- I get them more that I should." He looked to the wooden floor. The wound on his heart still burned, as though Arthas was as close as he was in the dream, the scar always glowed a dim blue, the same blue as the runes on Frostmourn. He felt the scarred tissue around his heart. His heart still slammed into his ribcage, the fear had not subsided, he felt that he was still there, in that dark room with Arthas. Lass gazed at his exposed chest, or, what was visable, Earinix was hunched over, sweat beating off his brow. He looked up suddenly, and she looked away. "What did you dream about, if you don't mind me asking." She looked at him strangly, he sat up straight, "Why do you ask?" She asked. He sighed, "I need a distraction, and I thought of you as the best thing." He said with a small shrug. It was her turn to sigh. "It was about-" She hesitated to say this next part, "Father" She whispered. Earinix stared at her, blue eyes watching her every movement. "He, he said I was a disgrace to our family name, that I was a lack luster rouge." She felt a sting in the back of her eyes, and knew that she was about to cry. "That- that is the worse possiable thing to be." She whispered. She heard Earinix get up and sit by her on the bed, and warpped his arms around her. He petted her hair."Shh..." He cooed. She sobbed softly into his chest. He rocked them back and forth slowly. The sobbing died off but he kept them there until Lass fell asleep in his arms, and somehow, Earinix thought, he didn't think about the dream again. He smiled softly and laid Lass onto her bed and went back to his, laid down, and gave into the darkness that was sleep.
Sorry for the short chapter, more of a filler chapter. I was tried as I wrote this, hence the sleep theme.