Barak awoke to the same horrible nightmare that he had been having ever since he awoke and found himself amongst strange elven people whom he vaguely remembered meeting at one point on his journey in Avelah. That same dream where he was stabbed in the heart by his dear wife. It was a horrible moment, and yet he could never close his eyes without reliving that very moment again and again.
It was on repeat in his head. And the more he dreamt about it the more he felt the pain as though it was fresh. The pain of her betrayal. Just when he was starting to picture a beautiful future with her, just when he had become delusional enough to forget that she was a liar, and a cheater. Just when he had been blinded enough to believe that she had a place for him in her heart.
