I stretched my arms and yawned. Keeping my eyes closed I turned in the soft bed. The mattress caressing my skin as I sunk in. The warmth alone made me want to go back to sleep, not that I actually would. Last night I had managed to crawl back to sleep after my nightmare woke me, screaming and crying as it grew stronger. It was so realistic I could feel the pain burn from the memory. Three years the same reoccurring nightmare, and not it was affecting me greatly. I gave a long and painful sigh as I buried my nose in the pillow, wanting to sleep a little longer. Sebastion is taking over Aspin's training any way, so there was really no point in me being awake, or at all present.       A soft object brushed against my nose. Ignoring it, I snuggled further into bed. It brushed against my cheek, tickling it. I growled annoyed and swatted at the air, coming up with nothing as I dropped my hand heavily back down on the mattress. Nothi

    What had happened last night? I got flustered around Drake like some silly doomed teenager. I'm no noob when it came to men, but I've never felt that way before either. Not even with Nicklos. I couldn't let my guard down around him. He may be super nice to me now, but men are evil. I had to keep reminding myself that. But is he really though, I mean come on. He was nice enough to find out what was going on with me! He forced me to tell him, he kept me in the room until I told him. If he really forced you to do anything, don't you think he would be more aggressive about it?       I sighed and rolled over in the bed. Sebastion was gone again. This was the second time that we didn't wake up together. I think that every time I wake up now, he just goes to spar. I was getting him to him too. I sat up in bed, pulling my legs to my chest. He would be helping Aspin now, training him to be like us. It felt so weird because that was my job onc

        My body felt achy and sore as I woke up. My head throbbed and my stomach growled. How long have I been out? The sun blared through the window, and I rubbed my eyes. The blurry rays of light dissipating. I yawned and stretched. But I flinched immediately with the scrape marks that covered my body. Despite the headache and the claw marks, I truly did feel better. I felt more energized and upbeat. I felt like a whole knew person. I kicked the blanket off my legs and swung my feet onto the floor. I'll tell Lola the tea worked.       I quickly skipped to the closet, dawning on my usual set of clothes and bounced out the door. I was really in such a good mood, it was astonishing. When was the last time I actually felt this good? I walked into the commons room and found Sebastion sitting at the table with Aspin and Drake. Sebastion was facing away from me, talking animatedly to the others. No one seemed to see me, so I tip toe

      We reached the village at night fall. The village was like a city, large buildings, designated area for a market, vendors pleaded and bargained there goods. Of course because it was so close to the Guild it was mostly full of shifty kinds of people. It was definitely not the place for the weak of heart. A lot of crimes happen in a place like this. I couldn't tell you how many times we where ordered to kill someone because they where just breathing. Really stupid petty stuff like that. But even still, I loved market places. You could find all sorts of stuff from traveling vendors! Mostly cheap stuff sold for high prices.       We just so had to cross the market place area, to get to the inn. A small building that really just housed Assassins looking to 'score big'. I myself have been in this specific inn multiple times because of this. Of course it was never willingly, but I wasn't allowed to disobey either. Drakos's son always

      Drake let my face go and I giggled again. Trying to make it look natural. Dragging my eyes away from Drake, I watched as the General and his men stood. All bowing in greeting as the King made his way towards the table. A very tall man with golden locks that twisted down his face. Leather straps crossed over his back with a giant sword protruding from his cloak.  A red fleece cloak dragged behind him, I couldn't get a good view of his front as his back was to me. He sat down after greeting the gentlemen, waving a server over to him.     "Sorry about my late arrival. I was held up with court duties." The King's voice was dark and dead. Even his voice would scare babies. A fit voice for the Tyrants right hand man. The King was a notorious dealer of pretty much everything bad. A black market if you will. You wanted something illegal, you could easily obtain it through him. It was where he got most of the drugs he used on me.