Sylver remained heavily asleep, having one of her strange dreams.



"So, you're here again? How do you keep getting here?" Sylver asked the girl in her dreams, who just crossed her arms. "I could ask the same to you" The girl said. "What I want to know is why this keeps happening, I mean, as far as I know, both of us are real, I mean, I'm real, but you might not be" She said with a huff. "Of course I'm real, if anyone's the fake here, it's you" Sylver hissed back. "Sounds like something someone fake would say" The girl shot back, sticking her tongue out.

"Will you at least tell me your name? Or a nickname?" Sylver asked. "I'll give you mine if you give me yours" Sylver negotiated. The two girls were the only thing in their dream world, other than the two of them, they were surrounded by darkness. "I won't give you my full name, but you can call me Wil, now it's your turn" Wil said, staring Sylver in the eyes. "Syl, not my full name either, but that's what you can call me" Sylver said, keeping her cool, while internally freaking out. "Well, I'm going to leave now, I'll see you next time" Wil said, creating a door to a different dream. "Bye Syl" She waved as she walked out.

Sylver woke up a few seconds later, feeling more excited than ever.

She killed a little girl? "Alright, Thunderscale, I believe a story is in need of being told- right now." Quinn ran a hand through her wavy hair, instinctively hiding behind it.

Sylver shot up in bed. "'Brosie! Ambrosia! I saw her again, she even gave me part of her name! This is is amazing!" Sylver squealed excitedly, forgetting others were in the room.

"A group of people called the Raiders were after me and soon they caught me and had me in a room with a littl girl but she was corrupted with black magic and she told me how they were using her and she asked me to kill her so she didn't kill anyone else. So I did but I have always regretted that choice and I never got her name the last thing she said was to tell her brother she said good bye." I say feeling better letting out my secret but hopeing Sylric dosent hear because he might become more scared of me.

Sylric Tassarion

Blackness. I had no dream that night, too tired for my mind to conjure up anything to haunt me the following morning. Though through the darkness, a voice reached out, echoing around my head.

"... Raiders..." My ears twitched at the word, and, upon realising the owner of the voice, my eyes snapped open. Luckily, I was still sleeping on my side, facing away from the two who were speaking.

My whole body tensed as she finished what she was saying. A girl... corrupted by black magic. Her face flashed before my eyes. Her name was Kyala. The boss kidnapped her, he... he experimented on her with magic. My hands balled into fists, and I closed my eyes once more. I was there when he did it.

Everywhere I go, my past actions will follow. I will never get away from what I have done. I will never be able to start anew, not while Draycil is here.

I suppose I deserve it.

Sylver was feeling too restless to fall back asleep, so she stood up, leaving Ambrosia to sleep as Sylver took a quick glance around because exiting the room.

(Sorry to those that I accidentally pinged, I posted the wrong ping list, I'm half asleep ha ha.

Those who I haven't pinged, please see my last post.)

"That's..." Quinn's bow slipped out of her hands, and she sank to the floor. "...that must have been terrible, Draycil." She could never think of killing anybody who was that young- but reality hit her.

I might have to do it soon. Because it's a time of war.

It wasn't very fun but I freed her it was the best I could do." I say with no emotion.

Sylric Tassarion

I have to fall asleep. I should not listen any more, I cannot. But this conversation kept me awake. I made no indication that it did, keeping my body language as relaxed as possible, but I was certain that I was failing to do so. Just hearing Draycil's voice being so unemotional, and the other woman seemingly sharing her sorrow, kept my thoughts fresh in my mind.

Stop thinking about it. As quietly and as slowly as possible, as to not draw attention to myself, I shifted my arm so that it covered my ear, and pressed the side of my head further into the pillow to block sound into the other. My eyes flickered shut.

That's it, block it all out. But the voices were internal too. They told me that I needed to relive everything that I had done, and threatened to drag me into a dreaming state. I didn't want to sleep, scared that I would be put through a nightmare, but I was still so exhausted, I needed the rest, no matter how disturbed it would be. I exhaled slowly, trying to calm myself.