Oriana, Lady of Light

Prologue

I feel so heavy. Duncan thought as he could feel that he was trying to move his limps, but it had felt like someone had weighed his body down and he couldn't move a muscle. His fingers wouldn't even twitch with his effort. Why can't I move?

I am sorry, Duncan. I couldn't stay away and began our imprint. A voice that Duncan has only heard once before but could never forget. I am too weak to complete the imprint from so far and I can't leave to come to you. We have to rely on your friends to get you here and quickly. My imprint isn't gentle like a Song Wail is. Its hard, it burns, and its all consuming. It can kill you if you aren't here with me where I can help you through it. I am so so sorry, my knight.

Duncan tried to open his eyes, to call out to his friends, but just like when he tried to move, it was impossible, but he felt strong arms lift him up. He mind was so foggy that he could hear his companions, but he couldn't understand what was being said. It was as if the fever he felt was making it hard to concentrate and focus. How could he travel when he couldn't even think properly. And who was this voice that spoke to him? Imprint? The owner of that voice was a human woman who haunted him both day and night. He never had felt so connected to someone until he met her, but he didn't know who or what she was.

Was she his dragon? But how? Dream Givers were the only one who can take on a Human form, weren't they? Why had she left her mountain to see him? All these questions he wanted to ask but couldn't even open his mouth to voice them to anyone.

Then he felt light a fire was building in his heart. He groaned from the pain as he felt his body being laid on a horse saddle. The horn digging into his side in an annoying way that made him want to growl like the wolf he was.

The burning grew stronger and then he heard that voice cry out in pain. Was she okay? Why was she in pain? Why did he feel powerless to help her when he didn't even know who she was?

Sweat coated his brow as he felt the jostle of the horse as it began to gallop as if in a hurry to get somewhere. Where were they going again? Why were they hurrying? And would someone please move the horn from against his side?!

It felt like hours as he slipped in and out of conscious. When he was aware, he felt the burning getting worse the voice crying out his name in pain and agony. Why wasn't anyone helping her? Couldn't they hear the pain she was in?

Duncan, they can't help me. The voice told him as gently as it could while pain laced its gentle tones. I need you. I can feel you are close. I don't know how long I can stay away.

Don't stay away, let me help you. Duncan finally spoke back to the voice and his body suddenly felt light. The digging of the saddle horn blessedly gone, but then he felt a sharp stab in his back, his breath escaping his lungs as he heard cries around him before he suddenly felt like he was floating on a cloudy, suddenly so light and warm in what felt like a soft grasp.

Hold on, knight. Just hold on.