Nightmares

A smile spread across Loryth's face. "Doraana is w-waiting to be with us, a-and I know.. that Elk would be just as h-happy as I if you w-would join us in our h-happiness.." 

Confusion. When did.. no. No, please gods no.. and yet, the memory played over in that dream, and she was unable to stop it.

"Is it n-not customary for children to h-have Godparents.. ?" she continued, letting fingers trail through her hair slowly.

'Please.. please wake up. Someone wake me up before this goes on again..'

And then Loryth was lifting the potion that Denley had made. The potion that was supposed to help.. if he hadn't been given a fatal recipe. She smiled to him, and made a face when she drank it down. Then she swayed on her feet, a wave of nausea so strong slipping over her that Denley had to fight it herself in the waking world. "Lory-Love? You alright?" Elke asked, tilting his head faintly off to the side; worry flickering over features.

'Stop it, please.. someone save her this time! Save the baby! Save them!'

Loryth blinked and sat down on the hard stone around them. “I…I’m a little d-d-dizzy," she admitted. Denley looked at her, worried. “I wasn’t told about this kind of a reaction,” he said, his voice tense. The Elven woman tried to make light of the situation, her voice taking on a shaky chuckle. “A b-b-bit late for morning sickness.” Then suddenly, she screamed; pain exploded over the dream in burning, red streaks. “It’s the b-b-baby,” she gasped, clutching her stomach. “Something’s wrong....”

She didn't know that she was shrieking in pain where she lay, pale hands splaying slender digits over her own, flat stomach. Tears trailed from sleeping eyes.

All eyes flickered to Denley now, accusatory. "What was in that potion? Think hard!" A horrified expression flickered over his face. "I .. I don't know! It was supposed to h-help! I was told it was going to help!" Loryth had collapsed, reaching a trembling hand out to him imploringly. “Denley...oh, Denley...wh-what have you done?” Her eyes saw the brightly lit flame in the young man suddenly snuff, and soon there was darkness. “Denley,” she managed. “Don’t...he didn’t know...don’t let him b-be a casualty too....”

"She's gone.."

Tear-clouded emerald eyes flickered open as the Priestess openly weeped, unable to turn her face towards the strong, tanned arms that held her. Bright scars glistened in the darkened room; angry, red reminders of her own guilt.