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Falling, falling, falling. I try to cry out, as I grope the air for anything. Anything that will save me from my doom. No voice comes, only pain and breatg. No angel rescues me now, it is only me. Alone. Falling. I feel the blood trickling on my neck. The wicked laugh of my enemy sickens my heart. I close my eyes, accepting the fate of death, accepting that I shall soon see my family… I awoke. Sweat poured down my face, and my breath is heavy. I put my hand to my throat, the scar from then is still there.
“Honey? Are you alright?” Nora’s pretty eyes stare at me in the darkness. “You woke me up with all your tossing.” My legs are tangled in the blankets, my pillow on the floor.
“Go back to sleep, I’m fine.” Nora sat up, putting a hand on my bare shoulder.
“Another dream about war?” I nod, my eyes closed. Why did I dream war being natural? Now I knew why there were true warriors and just normal people who knew how to use one weapon in the Realn Empire. Who wanted nightmares like this? No one ever truly leaves a battlefield unscathed.
“Hey, anything I can do Nahim?” I shake my head, my hand groping for the light on the nightstand.
“Just go to sleep, I’ll follow you after I pace for a little bit.”
“You and your pacing.” Nora muttered as she sunk back into her pillow, pulling the sheet over her head.
I sigh, another night of pacing early in the morning. It was the only way I could shake off my dreams.