I couldn't sleep at all. I was pacing about the room when I heard Lia cry out and was walking out of my room when I saw Adam knocking on the door. I retreated silently and laid down on my bed and stared at the ceiling. I had one candle burning next to the bed and I rolled my head to look at it. I watched it burn and a bead of wax roll down the side, slowing as it got near the bottom on the candle then stopping completely as it cooled down. I got up and walked around the room and studied the pattern of the walls. Then I sat on the bed and watched the darkness outside of the building. A knock came from my door and I got up and opened the door. Serena stood outside of it looking lost.
"I didn't mean to wake you." She says and I let her in.
"I wasn't sleeping." I say as she sits down in a chair and she nods. I take notice that she wasn't wearing nightclothes but rather her riding outfit. "Neither where you." I say and she shakes her head.
"Can't afford to lose my nerves over a dream." She says simply and I take the chair across from her.
"Dreams are what you're afraid of?" I ask and she looks away.
"No. My power is dreams but I know when its my power and when its not." She says and it clicks. She didn't like what she dreamed because it wasn't fact. She didn't know it was or could happen unless she choose to try and find it with her power and that scared her.
"What are you?" I blurt out and her gaze snaps to me, sharp and guarded.
"I told you-" She begins but I shook my head and cut her off.
"A bar maid is not as troublesome as you are. Stop lying, Serena. What were you before all of this?" I ask and something flashes in her eyes.
"My family died from a sickness that wiped out most of my village. There were five survivors three of them girls two boys. We were just kids, the oldest barely thirteen the youngest only six. Myself eleven. We were scared, terrified actually and we stayed there and several days passed until they came. They took all of us. They sold the boys into slavery and us girls they gave to a brothel. We ran off after a month there and made our home in the village you found me in. We didn't know what we could do, so we did what we knew." She says and I nod.
"What happened?" I ask and she shakes her head and looks at the floor.
"They killed Lily. Beautiful girl she was. Her skin was fair and her hair was nearly the color of white it was so light. Her eyes were so bright and full of life and then they killed her. Mary had brought home a boy from the tavern that night and I had gotten home only moments before they swarmed the house. Lily had been drinking and had been in her room up until the point were everything started to free fall. She had gotten downstairs and they killed her because I knew what they were and wouldn't give them what they wanted."
"What did they want?" I ask not sure I wanted to know.
"The boy Mary had brought home." She laughs. "The boy was the youngest prince." I blink. The prince in a village tavern and then going home with a girl he didn't know? "They wanted him and said they were the castle guards but they weren't. So I fought and killed them. That's who I was and who I am." She says finally looking up to look at me and I see the question that she wanted answered. Would I tell her to get out or let her stay? I get up and walk towards her. She just watches me and then I'm leaning down and then our mouths collide. When I pull away she's looking up at me stunned.
"And who you are is beautiful." I say quietly and she blinks.
"You....why did.......what the hell?" She stammers and I smile.
"I won't tell the others. Your past is safe with me." I say and sit back down in my chair. She stares at me dumbfounded and then she stands and walks towards me.
"Why did you do that?" She asks, stopping in front of me and I shrug.
"I figured if we have a chance of dying in the morning might as well take a chance." I say and she nods.
"Makes sense." She says simply and then she's the one closing the distance. I'm not sure when we fell asleep but I do know that we woke up before the sun started to color the sky and she left me and I got ready for the war that was about the ensue.
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Savoirs
FantasyOne is a woodsman. One is a street rat. One is a blacksmith. One is a solider. One is a whore. One is an innkeeper. All of them have magic. All of them are fighting for their lives. None of them expect to find anything but grief. None of them know i...