11 Need For Atonement

Aeron

I sat on the couch in the living room at the guest house in Riverdale to keep both of us safe. I wanted to keep watch because of the report on the rogue status of Riverdale. I dreaded some rogues stealing into the guest house in the dark of the night while we were deep in sleep and our guards down.

So I sat on the couch.

Her scent messed with my senses. The release she had given me, mixed with her scent, calmed my nerves.

I tried to stay up for as long as possible, but soon, sleep won the battle, and I fell into its embrace.

Little did I know it would be my biggest mistake.

I was trapped in Pictoria again.

Two weeks before, my grandfather signed us up to be scouts for the Mad King. They had come for Aunt Rukky. They wanted to gift her to the King, but they found me, Zarah, my sister, and our mother instead, and they took me.

Everything that was done to me was replayed in that dream. The god of sleep and dream forced me to relive that nightmare.

A nightmare a seven-year-o