The Dance of The Marked (On Hold)

• The Dream •

Audelia twisted around frantically, her vision blurring with tears as she looked at the devastation that surrounded her. The once green meadow now dotted with rotting bodies and blood instead of flowers and streams. She fell to her knees as a sob erupted from her lungs. The screams of her enemies echoing in her ears.
She looked down at her shaking, blood covered hands realising what she had done. A bloodcurdling scream awakened her and she bolted up panting. The scream was hers. She ran her hands through her hair still shaking and breathing heavily, trying to calm herself. She looked around her small room in the early morning darkness.

Knowing that she wouldn't be able to get back to sleep, Audelia slipped silently out and through the cold hallway. The darkness of the night wordlessly attracting her outside.

There was a bite in the air and a small shiver ran down her spine. The silence and serene surroundings calmed her. She smiled slightly in the silver moonlight, an endless ocean of stars twinkling above her. "I miss you," she whispered. Sighing, she moved into a hidden but well known area to her. Dawn now appearing, it was the best time to train. She unsheathed her sword and spun it in her hands, feeling the familiar weight of the blade.

Smirking slightly, Audelia adjusted her feet into position. Air whooshed around her as the sword flew through the air. As the sword spun, her parents' training came into play. Her face of pure concentration was nothing you would want to mess with. Audelia grunted quietly as she spun and stabbed her invisible enemy. Sweat dripped down her face and as every minute passed she began to lose herself. The dream came back in flashes, and she fought harder. The anger and pain from everything thrusted into her swings. Her parents laughing with her younger self. The lethal dance continued. The screams from her dream rang in her ears. She slices her sword through the crisp air. Surrounding silence filled her ears as she was jolted back to reality.

The sword slipped from her hand and tumbled to the ground. Taking a step away, panting as sweat poured down her face, she stared at the ground. Confused, she muttered under her breath. "What happened? I never lose concentration. What does the dream mean anyway? God I wish you were here to tell me mum." With one last sigh, Audelia reached down for her sword.