Connections
Wednesday, November 25th, 2009
Palenon slept uneasily. The chair wasn’t comfortable, but he was exhausted. Being chased through the Citadel of Kunir by the Lord Commander of the Citadel, pinned to a door by a long knife through the shoulder, and coming face to face with the copper-haired woman who haunted his dreams was too much.
As he slipped into sleep, a soft female voice spoke to him. “Palenon, rest easily within these walls. You have a long journey ahead.” He drifted to sleep as a pair of eyes opened in his dreams and bore into him. He twisted and moaned in his sleep. The eyes blinked and the pupils elongated into reptilian slits, flaming with anger. Palenon could sense the anger and rage, but for some reason they were distant and did not bother him as much as in the past.
