And with a final sigh came the ending of the day. Unknown to our bedragled group other more foul things were awaiting on the morning. In a small caravan not far from where we lay there brewed trouble. A man in a black turban stepped down from the caravan his billowing cloak flowing out behind him its shadows casting a dim pallor over the earth. The surrounding noise subsided. Even the sounds of the many feet tromping behind him seemed to lessen by the might of this darkly shrouded man. Then the moon rose and with its shining rays came....
I woke with a start my heart pounding. That dream had seemed so real, the horror that was still coursing through my body was proof to the fact that I believed in what I had seen. Yet it couldn't be real. Nothing could be that horrible. Standing up I brushed the sand off of my ragged clothes and went to check on Sylvia. She was still it seemed to me unconcious, but being no doctor I could not readily tell. At least now she showed no signs of pain and there was a radience of life around her that had been absent the other day. She would make it through I was positive. But as the sun rose I was proven wrong. Heartbroken we all wept. For though the loss of a companion dear was not something new to us it was still one of the hardest blows of being a treasure scavenger. None took the news as hard as Raphiel though. To him the loss was doubled. For not only had he lost a companion but he had lost the woman he loved. Many days passed as we mourned the loss of our dear friend. And after the forth dat we found her no longer near. The sand was all that was around us. Leaving this desolate place we journyed further twords are destination of the Cliffs O' Daggers. Behind us unseen to our eyes a caravan trailed.
 Fireformed · Wed Apr 25, 2007 @ 04:46am · 0 Comments |
