Run Away Angel

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Olly tried to steady her hands against the wooden table as her breathing became ragged. Nole was in danger...Nole, her baby brother.... Alarms were sounding off in her head as she thought of the worst. Everyone knew that Olly doted on Nole as much as Atticus had doted on her, the three of them bonded in such a way they couldn't describe. Her heart matched her brother's, they felt the same things sometimes like twins were talked of doing, except being years apart in age from one another.

Olly closed her eyes, tried to focus with her heart and her mind at ease. Sometimes, when she was younger, she could feel out her siblings, no matter the distance, no matter the time of day or night. She could feel them, or at least feel what they were feeling, but that was enough to go on sometimes, like a compass....

    "Remember Allana" she could hear Atticus's voice in her ear "Remember to listen with this" touching her chest "Not always with your head. Deep inside you is a voice, all aasimar have them, a voice to guide, to teach, to warn. Sometimes it's not a voice, sometimes it's a picture, or a feeling...."

    A feeling, yes that sounded familiar.

She had never heard a voice telling her what to do, what was right or wrong, what to look out for. Instead she had always looked inside and felt with her heart, and whatever feeling felt the best, she would go with that. Although, as she tried to use it to seek out her brother, her mind going calm and her heart opening up to the world around her, she could only feel....emptiness.

"No" she sighed into her hands, the tears starting to form as she cried hard tears now. It was just like before.....just like with Atticus...empty and alone.

When her older brother had disappeared, Olly had tried to reach out to him. She had been sitting in her room, only a candle lit against the darkness, and she had closed her eyes to find her brother. She had felt Nole downstairs, sleeping quietly in his bed, her sisters and Kirwin in their own rooms, her mother and father in the sitting room down on the bottom floors,but as her heart wandered into the darkness of the night, she felt coldness grip her. Her body had become numb, her flesh shivering as she tried her best to call out for Atticus.

As her heart cried out for him, the dark empty void surrounded her mind, unsympathetic and cold as she reached for nothing in dark blindness. Her little heart had been racing, so fearful, so terrified as she had cried out for her brother, lost in the dark void she had wandered into. She felt black leathery hands grip around her throat, her eyes, her face, a then she felt herself being thrown through a burning flame when she suddenly gasped, breaking the meditation and freeing herself from whatever dark thing was about to take her soul.

    Gods...was Nole in that same dark place she had gone to?

Quickly she began to change back into her traveling clothes and riding gear, sacking her armor along with the rest of her clothes in her Bag of Holding. If she got downstairs quickly enough, Peren would have time to come up and change and pack while she readied their horses. But first, she had to tell the elf the news of Nole's disappearance.

    It was past midnight now at the tavern, but the hustle and the bustle below was still going strong, the Ford's soldier's coming in after their nightly shifts were over.

She could hear Peren yucking it up with some of them, boasting about the troll kill. She could see Ed and the rest of the crew huddled together, Curio strumming a drunken tune while the Kenku and Half-Orc were passed out on the table.

Ed watched as Olly came down the stairs, her brow furrowed and in an awful hurry as she quickly swept by people to get to the elf. Ed turned his head and tried not to stare behind him, knowing he should stick to his word and mind his business. Taking a large swing, he patted Jeet to wake up and asked if he should get them to their rooms. The Half-Orc nodded and Ed stood up to go to the tavern owner for a room key. Standing there though, he conveniently had a prime spot to listen in as Olly came up to the Elf who had been busy gloating.

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