Here comes the next chapter! Sorry if I left you waiting :D
Annora turned to Mornhavon. He was smiling. His smile made her want to run, it made her want to scream, it made her want to cry, all at once. It was terrifying and she hated it.
"This is a scene from Karigan's past. Amilton, King Zachary's older brother. He represents the failure of men. Then there's Shawdell the Eletian. He's the failure of the Elts."
Annora had heard of these people but had never seen them before. She didn't understand why he was telling her this.
"But this scene also represents something else. It represents Karigan's failure. Karigan's loss, her pain and her stupidity." Mornhavon smiled.
"What do you mean?" Annora demanded.
"The ending of this scene would have been different if she hadn't fallen in love with her monarch." Mornhavon smiled.
"I don't want to hear this." Annora shook her head.
"The monarch that loved her back then betrayed her, and then there was Alton D'Yer and his betrayal. Karigan will never be loved by another man. She will forever be alone and she knows it."
"You're wrong." Annora yelled at him and jumped to her friend's defense.
Mornhavon chuckled and the table and traitors disappeared, only to be replaced by a dense forest and a beautiful Eletian woman.
She had blonde hair and pale blue eyes like Shawdell's and Prince Jametari's. She wore pearl armor and stood there unseeing.
"Telagioth, such a troubled Eletian. In love with the sister of Prince Jametari. Unable to tell Grea and yet had to follow her into the place she was destined to die." Slowly, an arrow made it's decent towards the Eletian. "He was unable to help her and he had to watch her die."
The arrow sped up and slammed into the woman.
The image disappeared and they were surrounded by whiteness again.
"And now for Ealdaen. Running away from his home and from Laurelyn." Mornhavon shook his head sadly.
"Why are you doing this?" Annora demanded. She tried not to show it but with every secret he told her the more pain she felt. The pain she felt for her friends, for their pasts.
"To reveal what idiots you're traveling with." Mornhavon didn't even bat an eye, but around them a forest appeared again.
A beautiful elf woman was standing in the middle of a battle. She was surrounded by ground mites.
Again she seemed frozen, an enemy sword on its way towards her. She would be unable to deflect it.
"Drandamir and Helmond, deserting Queen Renell in the middle of battle."
Annora didn't want to believe it. The two elves appeared their backs turned and they were running away from Annora's mother.
"HELP!" Renell screamed before the sword struck her and the image vanished.
Annora was shaking. She looked up at Mornhavon, her face a mask of terror.
"I could go into Santanara's story but that would take too long. All that's left is you. You and your family." He took a step forward and Annora jumped back.
"Edmond didn't know who you were when he bought you but he paid for it in the end. It's a shame that I lost a good officer because of your drunk father. "
"You, you killed him?" Annora gasped in shock. She hated Edmond but he didn't deserve death, did he?
"Of course he had to set an example for the others." Mornhavon spoke as if it was obvious.
Slowly a room formed around them. It was small, well furnished and cozy. Everything was made of expensive wood.
"No, no please." Annora fell to her knees. She was begging him. Begging him not to show her what became of her home.
Mornhavon smiled and faded out.
Four others appeared.
A strong man with ragged hair and beard, who stank of liquor and had a cigar in his mouth, was there. A gorgeous woman with long brown hair stood next to and sort of behind the ragged man.
Truman and Greg were standing on the other side of the lounge room.
"Where is she?" Greg demanded.
"We haven't seen her. Don't think you're going to get your money back. You bought her fare and square. It's not our fault she ran away." Annora's father growled.
"You, wench, where is she? Where's Annora?" Truman demanded loudly.
Annora's mother laughed. "You'll never find her. I can't believe she escaped from you."
"What do you know Amara?" The man turned on his wife and she shrunk away from him.
"Nothing, I don't know anything." Amara muttered.
"You swine!" The man raised his hand and slapped her across the face. She fell to the ground and he grabbed her arm. "Bitch! Tell them before you bring hell upon this house." He slapped her again.
He raised his arm and she jumped on him. She held his hand away from her and tried to stab him with a knife she'd pulled from somewhere. He struggled to keep the blade from him.
She fell to the ground, a crossbow bolt sticking out of her side.
Truman walked forward as Greg put away his crossbow.
Truman placed a foot of the end of the bolt and pushed it deeper into the woman. She called out in pain.
"Where is she?" Truman's voice was low and threatening.
"Go to hell. Death to Mornhavon!" Amara sneered, a knife flashed and she took her last breath.
"That was my wife." The man grumbled. Not as if he was sad the person he loved was just murdered. It was like an annoying situation they had put him in.
"You are a horrible man." Greg told him. Truman was smiling and the two advanced on him.
Fire licked the walls and roof. Screams of someone being burned alive echoed through the night.
Truman and Greg laughed as they left the burning house.
Mornhavon turned to Annora. Tears were rolling down her face but she didn't make any sounds. He respected that. He was glad that she tried to stay strong.
"Why are you doing this?" She asked again. "Why aren't you just hitting me?"
"Because this is a dream. Your dream to be precise. I can't hurt you physically." Mornhavon smiled.
"My dream? I can control it?" Annora sniffled and wiped her nose with the back of her hand.
Mornhavon just smiled.
A small frown formed on her face. It was rather cute in Mornhavon's opinion.
He felt the parameters of the dream change. Without hesitating he turned, his sword clashed into the sword of the attacking black weapon. But it was a sloppy, pathetic attempt to stop him and the black shield dissipated.
"A sad attempt." Mornhavon told her.
Annora frowned again.
This time Kyden appeared.
Mornhavon and Kyden exchanged a few blows but Mornhavon sliced through Kyden easily.
Annora cried out as if she'd been the one hit.
"That was better but," a sword swung from behind him. King Santanara appeared but shattered into oblivion as the sword hit him.
Mornhavon's face contorted in anger.
"YOU DON'T KNOW SANTANARA!" He screamed in outrage. He punched Annora across the face and she fell to the ground.
"You and your whole family are nothing but a nuisance." With his words Annora's mother, Amara, appeared. She screamed to Annora for help as she burned like she was in the house fire.
"She was already dead when they set the hose on fire." Annora gasped, trying to stay strong and not let the tears fall as she watch the woman who raised her, be tortured. It didn't matter that it wasn't real, that she wasn't really there. It still cut her deeply.
"I'm going to make everyone you've ever cared for suffer." Mornhavon threatened as he walked towards her.
Annora shuffled away from him and cowered in a corner that had appeared.
"YOUR WHOLE RACE WILL SUFFER!" He screamed in outrage. "And YOU, you will feel the most pain." He whispered leaning right into her face. His cold cruel breath curling across her skin making the hairs on her neck stand on end.
How did you think I went? Did I capture the fear and stuff properly? I'd appreciate any insight :/ you have to say :D