Zerina stirred in her sleep for the thrid night of the week, her dreams becoming more vivid, more real.
*Blood sprayed from the walls as she ran down the only path her arms could find, the world dark before here as blood stole her sight, the angry shouts of the cultists chasing after her echoed down the smooth rock corridor.
"He seeks you! Join us! Be free!"
Her feet would make sickening squelching sounds and they plodded through the blood drenched stones that lined the oddly carved hallways. Her arms danced before her hoping to catch a wall before her face did. Although her eyes were stolen from her by the blood that flowed freely, Her feet would tread on until...**
Her eyes would open in a flash, her body would lay rigid, fear over taking her. Blood would drip down the walls... She was helpless once more... "No.. NO!" She would scream into the silent night of Edana. Her hands gripping her blanket within a white knuckled grasp as reality once more set in.
The candle by her bed side would flicker, it's wax waning low casting a dancing array of shadowy colors on the wall as the world came to as her own bedroom, it's wall free from blood but painted in beautiful colors that danced in all manner of light in the slow dim candlelight as her eyes began to adjust. She'd blink a few times before softly letting herself fall into a soft sob... One she met every night recently with two hands pressed to her eyes.
"Why is this happening again? I thought I was free of this..." Her head would turn upward the painted ceiling of her room, with tears streaking down her face, that resembled the spring day she was free from her murderous captives. "Why are you still haunting me...?"