She looked up just as the tip of his sword was swinging through the air towards her, a second later and she would be gone. She lunged to the right and landed on the cold concrete with a crushing sound. She winced, a pool of thick red liquid trailed beside her. Blood. She couldn’t see where it was coming from, the bodies were too many. Could it be Leo, maybe Noel or Niffer or Ren. NO- She didn’t want to think of it, the thought of losing someone close to her or anyone else for that matter was too much. Her kingdom had already lost so many.

She climbed back to her feet, using her daggers as anchors in the ground, she was breathless, it was now or never. She let out a battle cry, part desperate and broken, the other part strong and in willing and leapt at the man infront of her, the man she loved, with daggers in each hand and …

She sat straight up, quick as the hares in the wild forest, sweat beading off of her leaving cold patches on the bed sheets.

“Nila?”, The king of Light had woken too. Great she thought, eyes rolling. She’d had another nightmare.

“Bad dream, night?”.

Night, that’s what he called her, his queen of darkness with hair as black as a raven and skin so white you could see the blue of her veins sticking out like a sore thumb.

She nodded her head lazily, too tired and alarmed for any words to come out. She lowered herself back down on the bed.

Orif grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in tight. “See, now they have to go through me” he said as he now shielded her entire body from the nightmares.

She wished it worked like that. She wished she could turn around, wished she could tell him that the last bad dream she had …had started to come true.