Post by Rezna Lardale on Aug 17, 2010 12:06:43 GMT -5
"No…" she moaned, her voice muffled by the sheets that now tightly wound around her body. From the realm of the deepest of REM cycles, the woman cried out again, her body thrashing violently from side to side. The last of the images that raced across her mind must have been the most disturbing, because the witch's eyes flew open and she jumped awake from her sleep.
It took a moment for Rezna to orient herself, discovering that she was sitting up in bed, sweat coating her body. Peeling away long strands of hair that now plastered themselves against her face, the girl searched in vain for a figment of her imagination. Realizing that she would not find what she yearned for, the witch groaned and let her body drop down upon her pillows.
It happened again.
This dream started tormenting her the night Talon brought Novus into the Hospital Wing; it hadn't ceased since. Every night, she chased after a young boy through the depths of a dark forest, a lycan perpetually on her heals. Sometimes the creature was waiting to pounce at the end of the path. Other times he ran next to her, taunting her helplessness, her inability to protect and save the young boy from his fate. Each night the dream ended in exactly the same thing: the lycan's maw closing over the innocent child, with Rezna forever doomed to arrive a second too late to the rescue.
What drove the woman insane was not her failed maternal instinct to protect the boy, but the boy himself. She awoke each night with the incessant feeling that the boy was familiar, somehow important to her. Despite her familiarity, she knew she never met him. The image of the boy's face suddenly flashed across her mind: bright blue eyes and a mop of light blond hair, a careless grin across his face.
For a while know, the woman lived with the realization that she couldn't deny any further just who the boy reminded her of, Talon. Rezna couldn't say just how she knew the boy wasn't a younger version of Talon, yet it was someone that partially looked like him, though. A brother, a nephew, or perhaps … a son? She quickly ignored the latter thought, for that lead her to a scary conclusion, one she wasn't ready to accept.
Yet her dream was the reason she avoided Talon like the plague the past few months. Rezna made it seem like she was eternally busy healing students from the most minor of parchment cuts, perpetually exhausted by the twilight hours. Granted she hadn't had a good night's sleep since the winter months. And she tried every potion invented in the wizarding world to cure her ailment, to no avail. Every root, every herb, every eye of newt she could think of had been brewed into a hypothetical potion, most causing more harm than good. At one point, she caused all her hair to fall out. That week, she avoided not only Talon but every other living being in the castle, until she could reverse the affects.
Now, sleep miles away, the nurse liberated herself from the suffocating hold of her bedding and stepped lightly on the marble floor. Treading softly, Rezna reached for her wand and a light cloak before exiting the Hospital Wing. In the dead of night, the castle was eerily quiet, with most students still out for the summer. But the witch knew the night would be warm, and she needed a breath of fresh air to clear her mind.
Leaning over the ledge of Ravenwood Tower, the young woman let wisps of her disheveled hair flicker gently on the wind. She gazed across the peaceful Firefox grounds, feeling the strain in her nerves ebb slightly. That is, until her emerald gaze landed on the dark outline of Fenrir's Wood, and an unconscious shiver ran down her spine. 718
It took a moment for Rezna to orient herself, discovering that she was sitting up in bed, sweat coating her body. Peeling away long strands of hair that now plastered themselves against her face, the girl searched in vain for a figment of her imagination. Realizing that she would not find what she yearned for, the witch groaned and let her body drop down upon her pillows.
It happened again.
This dream started tormenting her the night Talon brought Novus into the Hospital Wing; it hadn't ceased since. Every night, she chased after a young boy through the depths of a dark forest, a lycan perpetually on her heals. Sometimes the creature was waiting to pounce at the end of the path. Other times he ran next to her, taunting her helplessness, her inability to protect and save the young boy from his fate. Each night the dream ended in exactly the same thing: the lycan's maw closing over the innocent child, with Rezna forever doomed to arrive a second too late to the rescue.
What drove the woman insane was not her failed maternal instinct to protect the boy, but the boy himself. She awoke each night with the incessant feeling that the boy was familiar, somehow important to her. Despite her familiarity, she knew she never met him. The image of the boy's face suddenly flashed across her mind: bright blue eyes and a mop of light blond hair, a careless grin across his face.
For a while know, the woman lived with the realization that she couldn't deny any further just who the boy reminded her of, Talon. Rezna couldn't say just how she knew the boy wasn't a younger version of Talon, yet it was someone that partially looked like him, though. A brother, a nephew, or perhaps … a son? She quickly ignored the latter thought, for that lead her to a scary conclusion, one she wasn't ready to accept.
Yet her dream was the reason she avoided Talon like the plague the past few months. Rezna made it seem like she was eternally busy healing students from the most minor of parchment cuts, perpetually exhausted by the twilight hours. Granted she hadn't had a good night's sleep since the winter months. And she tried every potion invented in the wizarding world to cure her ailment, to no avail. Every root, every herb, every eye of newt she could think of had been brewed into a hypothetical potion, most causing more harm than good. At one point, she caused all her hair to fall out. That week, she avoided not only Talon but every other living being in the castle, until she could reverse the affects.
Now, sleep miles away, the nurse liberated herself from the suffocating hold of her bedding and stepped lightly on the marble floor. Treading softly, Rezna reached for her wand and a light cloak before exiting the Hospital Wing. In the dead of night, the castle was eerily quiet, with most students still out for the summer. But the witch knew the night would be warm, and she needed a breath of fresh air to clear her mind.
Leaning over the ledge of Ravenwood Tower, the young woman let wisps of her disheveled hair flicker gently on the wind. She gazed across the peaceful Firefox grounds, feeling the strain in her nerves ebb slightly. That is, until her emerald gaze landed on the dark outline of Fenrir's Wood, and an unconscious shiver ran down her spine. 718