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Arvedui III · 05-18-2003, 10:25 PM

Blurs of faces passed in a swirl of color. Flashes. Flashes of light and places that were both familiar and foreign, and people. People whom he knew, yet had no idea who they were. And, fear. Fear of what he did not know, but fear of something, or someone. And still the swirling colors did not abate. It had to end; it had to give, somehow. Then it came. Blood, blood that flowed without end.
"Stop it." He groaned. "Stop, please."

"Rangar! Wake up!" Suddenly the swirling horror changed into a hazy dark blue. At first another stab of fear hit him, until he saw the stars. "Rangar, it was a dream." Rangar blinked in the night, and then he recognized Camalitia's voice. Relief swept over him, Just a dream. "Thank you" He replied hoarsely, surprised by his shaky voice. "Shh, sleep now." Rangar nodded, and felt his eyelids drop.
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When Rangar woke again, he was met his pain in his side. Groaning, he turned onto his hand and knees, and then tried to rise. Immediately, he felt a hand push him back down. "What the?" He rolled over and saw Wren, Enien, and Tareth staring down at him. He closed his eyes again, hoping he didn't have to talk. His head ached; Why couldn't they just leave him be? "Rangar?" said Enien, barely concealing the shock in her voice. "Yes?" "We need to-" "I know,” he mumbled. "Why?" that was Wren. "I don't know, but I'm sorry." He said, feeling a stab of shame. "For what?" "For-this. All of this." He didn't know why he was saying this, but it seemed important to do so. "For all of it. I'm a danger to you all." He mumbled. "No, no you're not." Wren said softly. "Just delirious, right?" He heard hear laughter. It made him feel better. "Where's Turthol?" "He-he left." Someone above said. "Why?" Said Rangar, bemused. He was about ready to go back to sleep, but he wanted to talk to Turthol first. No one else might understand.

"He-he went to find that man who attacked you." Said Wren, in the same concerned tone she had used with Rangar. His eyes snapped open, panic running through his veins.

"He did what!?"

05-18-2003, 10:25 PM	#117
Arvedui III Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: In Rohan, with Carolina on my mind Posts: 629	Blurs of faces passed in a swirl of color. Flashes. Flashes of light and places that were both familiar and foreign, and people. People whom he knew, yet had no idea who they were. And, fear. Fear of what he did not know, but fear of something, or someone. And still the swirling colors did not abate. It had to end; it had to give, somehow. Then it came. Blood, blood that flowed without end. "Stop it." He groaned. "Stop, please." "Rangar! Wake up!" Suddenly the swirling horror changed into a hazy dark blue. At first another stab of fear hit him, until he saw the stars. "Rangar, it was a dream." Rangar blinked in the night, and then he recognized Camalitia's voice. Relief swept over him, Just a dream. "Thank you" He replied hoarsely, surprised by his shaky voice. "Shh, sleep now." Rangar nodded, and felt his eyelids drop. ------------------------------------------------------- When Rangar woke again, he was met his pain in his side. Groaning, he turned onto his hand and knees, and then tried to rise. Immediately, he felt a hand push him back down. "What the?" He rolled over and saw Wren, Enien, and Tareth staring down at him. He closed his eyes again, hoping he didn't have to talk. His head ached; Why couldn't they just leave him be? "Rangar?" said Enien, barely concealing the shock in her voice. "Yes?" "We need to-" "I know,” he mumbled. "Why?" that was Wren. "I don't know, but I'm sorry." He said, feeling a stab of shame. "For what?" "For-this. All of this." He didn't know why he was saying this, but it seemed important to do so. "For all of it. I'm a danger to you all." He mumbled. "No, no you're not." Wren said softly. "Just delirious, right?" He heard hear laughter. It made him feel better. "Where's Turthol?" "He-he left." Someone above said. "Why?" Said Rangar, bemused. He was about ready to go back to sleep, but he wanted to talk to Turthol first. No one else might understand. "He-he went to find that man who attacked you." Said Wren, in the same concerned tone she had used with Rangar. His eyes snapped open, panic running through his veins. "He did what!?" __________________ I have no idea what you just said, but I'm inspired!