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| Nightmare Part XXIV As we ate, we took the opportunity to learn a few things about each other We'd really only spoken of Taryn and our present situations up to this point Never had we discussed personal matters And though we skirted our feelings for one another We did learn quite a bit I asked him how he came to be Taryn's Champion He said that the position had been passed down to the first born son in his family for longer than anyone could remember He asked about my life, and I told him everything Then I asked him for the story of my supposed death as an infant "I know only what I was told, because I was very young at the time myself. Both babies were stricken with the pox when they were about eight months old. Taryn survived, the other baby didn't." "Weren't you the least bit suspicious when you found out my name was Tara?" "I've never known the name of the baby that died. No one ever mentioned it." "Out of sight, out of mind, huh?" I said with what was intended to be sarcasm, but came out more like sadness Kalen reached out and took my hand Surprising me so much, I almost jumped out of my chair My eyes tracked up to meet his, and when they finally did, his were smiling, and filled with what I was pretty sure was love "Having once seen you, Tara, I find it hard to believe that anyone could ever put you out of their mind. I know I never will." Now it was my turn to blush "Um....right." Briliiant comment, that! But really, what does one say in reply to something like that Kalen merely sat there with a self satisfied smirk on his face, which ordinarily, I would have been sorely tempted to rid him of This time, however, I was feeling pretty satisfied myself Copyright � 5/25/2001 Terri Lyn Stanfield All Rights Reserved |
| Nightmare Part XXV After we'd eaten, Kalen went back to his post, guarding my door I'd asked him how long it would be before Agatha arrived He said she should be here tomorrow evening Not very long, really, but it seemed like an eternity I made myself comfortable on the bed, and picked up the journal once more I'd reached the point of her first physical injury from the dreams She'd woken in pain, her back screaming in agony There was blood on her bed covers She made her way to the mirror, and found no injury upon inspection Until she'd turned around Her back was covered with criss crossed welts Some of them deep, and bleeding I sit here, feeling her pain, and I feel her terror Not the kind that came during the nightmares That had long been true But for the very first time, she was truly afraid during her wakeful hours Copyright � 5/26/2001 Terri Lyn Stanfield All Rights Reserved |
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