I tossed and turned, slipping through dreams like a fish through water. Some were quick and easy, mere glimpses of past experiences, while others depicted horrible battlefields and slaughters. The fiery halls of the Divine Throne stalked me through the cracks, where I could only flee from the shadowy faces of those dead by my hands. The old, familiar ghosts were there, the priests who attacked me in the Divine Throne and the men of the Last Light Company, but a host of new faces joined them. It took me nearly the entire night to recognize them as the innocent citizens of High Valley.
As their claw-like hands closed around me, I jolted away, soaked in a cold sweat. I lay curled up on a soft, feathery bed, curled in a ball with my tail twisting anxiously about me. A thick woolen blanket tightly bound my shaking body, wet with tears I had shed in my sleep.
