LAIS
I unconsciously put my hand over my neck, half-expecting blood to be still be dripping there, for a crimson shower to be pouring from my neck. That's another nightmare resurfaced, another memory I badly want to put down, but can never seem to do so, I think to myself as I wipe the sweat off my face.
Elen has her way with the sword indeed, a way that seeps into a person's deepest nightmares and crawls through the cracks of a person's mind. Once you've seen what she can do, it is impossible to look at her and imagine peace afterwards. Not that I don't love all five feet of that midget, I'm just painfully aware of how greatly underestimated she is in this force, a fact that will only ever work to her advantage.
Elen and Yamethena. No, Elen and the other one. Elen and swords…
