Ok, again, I own nothing sadly, I only own vaguely the idea...
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Maerad dreamt. She dreamt of a blackened, charred landscape, suffocated by the fear and sickness of the townsfolk, and the bloodlust and rage of Sharma's army. She walked through the burned cottages, making her way slowly through the ragged, dead-faced people who had no hope for themselves or anyone they knew. Maerad knew not why she was walking through this oppressing, ghastly scene, she only knew that she could not stop. Some dark, cold force was at work inside of her, pulling her slowly towards...towards something not even Maerad herself could name.
As she continued to walk, she felt no feeling. Just a dead numbness that consumed her entire body. She felt no feeling towards any of the burning bodies, shrieking children, or already dead families. She felt only the need to arrive at her unknown destination. Suddenly, a limp body of a middle aged boy was flung her direction. As she looked closer, it wasn't a middle aged boy at all; it was a young man. It was Hem.
His eyes were glazed over and sightless. his mouth was set in a grim line. He was dead.
Maerad woke up to find Cadvan leaning over her worriedly, propping himself up on his pillow, a concerned look on his tired face. She felt something wet and hot streaming down her cheeks. Cadvan said nothing, only embraced her trembling body and stroked her hair. She sobbed on his shoulder for what seemed an eternity, until there were no tears left to shed. Her entire being shook with unimaginable force. A dark presence still lingered from her dream, looming over her mind like a shadow blocking out the sun's rays. She lifted her head, looking into Cadvan's deeply concerned eyes.
He released his arms from around her and braced her shoulders with his hands. "What did you dream, Maerad?" he asked gently. Maerad described the nightmare to him, willing herself not to burst into a fresh batch of tears. When she had finished, Cadvan leaned back against his pillow, contemplating.
"What do you think it could mean Cadvan? Do you think Hem has died? And if so, why? How?" more tears threatened to spill over at any moment. Ever since she and Cadvan had found Hem, barely getting by living with the caravan, she had loved him as if they had never been separated that despicable day when Pellinor was sacked. To think that the only family she had left had perished a death that she knew not even the cause of was too much to bear.
"No, I think Hem still lives. With that said, I know not what this dream could mean. The Nameless One has been defeated, and with him all servants of the dark that looked to him for command. Furthermore, your dream seems to take place in the Forsaken Lands, not anywhere near Turbansk." Cadvan was lost in thought for a moment, then continued, "No, I think your dream may simply mean that the darkness you witnessed is no more. I however did not experience the nightmare, so that is only a vague assumption."
Maerad nodded, somewhat comforted that Cadvan, being a Truthteller, did not seem to think that Hem was dead. Yet somewhere, deep inside her, she knew that her dream had a deeper meaning, and she knew she had to figure it out. The question looming inside her entire being, however, was did she want to...
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I know this chapter was really short, but it was kind of a fill in...it didn't fit well in chapter one...
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