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Iliana
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Ferah did not sleep as good as she wished too. There was something off about the place but she couldn't put a finger on it. Actually, she couldn't lift a finger at all. It felt as if she were plastered to the bed and chained in her own slumber, unable to move until the morning good. Even if she wanted to turn over and face the opposite way, her body wouldn't allow her. This was the signs that she was having a nightmare.
"Miheth gensto cruinha meios."
The memory was so vivid: fresh in her mind as if it were happening at the same exact moment in which she were sleeping. Spirit, Cassadel, and her had finally made it to the Temple of Ulm and Ferah was inside, chanting the ancient words of the Miheth clan, knowing that in any second, her life would be gone.
"Valdir fruncar torsna ploxien."
The walls were so familiar. The colors and smells had all bound around her to prevent her from peeking away from the place, just as so many Miheth girl's tried to do. Instead, something deeper than natural had motioned them into place, the same thing was motioning Ferah in place in the bed.
"Miheth qisan'ta tokanme"
Cassadel wasn't there, was he? The bed no longer held the dent it usually had. Instead, even though could not move her body, there was only the simple curve of her own body. Ferah was left alone with the reoccurring dream and a sinking emotion weighing down on her head. What she had said to Cassadel, how he pulled back softly, face falling into a crescent darkness. Darkness...the same thing that enveloped her while her eyes were closed, chanting.
Valdir fruncar bestel moheer."
FERAAHHHHHHH!!
Ferah suddenly sprouted up in the bed, body on full alert while she breathed heavily. Her panting was so hard that one would thought she could not breathe in the oxygen provided for her. Eyes wide and pink, Ferah clung to the covers, aware that she was completely bare. Bare, cold...with Cassadel no where to be found. Ferah bit inside of her lip, wishing so desperately for his arms around her. His touch needed to be somewhere despite the things she said. She was cold. Extremely cold.
"Miheth gensto cruinha meios."
The memory was so vivid: fresh in her mind as if it were happening at the same exact moment in which she were sleeping. Spirit, Cassadel, and her had finally made it to the Temple of Ulm and Ferah was inside, chanting the ancient words of the Miheth clan, knowing that in any second, her life would be gone.
"Valdir fruncar torsna ploxien."
The walls were so familiar. The colors and smells had all bound around her to prevent her from peeking away from the place, just as so many Miheth girl's tried to do. Instead, something deeper than natural had motioned them into place, the same thing was motioning Ferah in place in the bed.
"Miheth qisan'ta tokanme"
Cassadel wasn't there, was he? The bed no longer held the dent it usually had. Instead, even though could not move her body, there was only the simple curve of her own body. Ferah was left alone with the reoccurring dream and a sinking emotion weighing down on her head. What she had said to Cassadel, how he pulled back softly, face falling into a crescent darkness. Darkness...the same thing that enveloped her while her eyes were closed, chanting.
Valdir fruncar bestel moheer."
FERAAHHHHHHH!!
Ferah suddenly sprouted up in the bed, body on full alert while she breathed heavily. Her panting was so hard that one would thought she could not breathe in the oxygen provided for her. Eyes wide and pink, Ferah clung to the covers, aware that she was completely bare. Bare, cold...with Cassadel no where to be found. Ferah bit inside of her lip, wishing so desperately for his arms around her. His touch needed to be somewhere despite the things she said. She was cold. Extremely cold.