Islinda had a bad dream.
In that dream, she killed somebody. Not exactly somebody, but her sister Remy and Valerie walked in on her trying to bury the body. She could not forget the look on his face, the vivid disgust with which he stared at her. She tried to explain to him why she did it, but he wouldn't even listen and just when she was about to go to him, someone grabbed her.
It was Aldric.
"I see the same darkness in you, Islinda. You belong with me." He said, beginning to tug on her arm.
"No, no, no," She shook her head frantically, "Valerie….!" Islinda screamed his name. She begged him for help, but he turned his back on her.
"Valerie….!" Islinda screamed, startled awake.
She was breathing heavily and beads of sweat formed on her forehead. Islinda forced herself into a sitting position and the world whirled around her. The dream had left an unpleasant aftertaste such that her head spun and her stomach twisted in knots.
