through the once sacred space. 'Done.'
Melly woke with a gasp, the foretelling fading from her mind even as the last word echoed.
She shivered; she was always so cold now. She left the bed that was no comfort and stepped out onto the balcony. It should have made her colder. The winds blowing around her from so many far off lands. Instead, it was a companion. A friend that laughed through her red hair and picked up her skirts. A playmate that made her smile, even when it felt like unholy eyes looked for her in the darkness.
Why couldn't she remember the dreams?
She could push the issue. Talk to Morgan or ask for a healer, but everyone was finally happy now, and the truth was she didn't want to know, not really. Not yet.
Soon, she knew there would be no choice but to face what was done to her.
Her eyes looked out into the magic filled lands of the dragons. She closed her eyes and let the wind wipe away her fears.
Soon. It echoed through the winds: There would be a price to pay, another battle to be fought. But not yet.
