Halfling (editing in process)

Chapter Eight

The vision was in the eyes of another; and began with the birth of a baby boy. A voice, unseen by the woman, announced this and that, but her attention was fixed on the baby.

"He's perfect." She whispered, her arms reaching out to receive the wailing infant, who calmed instantly. "My little Javen." She whispered, and the baby smiled.

The boy grew in a flash; the mile stones passing in a rush; crawling, talking, walking, learning to hunt and shoot. A man appeared in the memories as well, smiling and loving.

The boy was young, maybe ten, when the mood took an abrupt shift. Fear, screams and tears. Out of the darkness a demon came, slashing the elven man's throat. The woman screamed and grabbed the boy; hitting the demon with some sort of magic before fleeing upstairs. She hid him, the boy gripping her wrist, which held the golden band, which glowed red.

"It's going to be alright Javen; it's going to be al-"

She shrieked as she was jerked backwards, seeing the boy huddled under the bed clutching the bracelet the last thing she saw before darkness consumed her.

Darkness. Pain. It all flew together in a flurry. A knife flashing in the moonlight before the demon stopped her desperate attempt at escape. Her belly growing bigger and bigger as the torture continued. A girl. She knew it was a girl; could sense it in her very soul. Agonizing pain, a glimpse of a horned infant screaming.

"Aria!"

Fading. Darkness consuming until she saw the dear face of her husband, she felt the warmth of his arms and the pain was gone.

The vison ended.