Nightmares

Amelia was dreaming. She was in a circle of people. Looking at her feet she could see a circle marked in the dirt, inside the circle was a triangle. At each point of the triangle stood a women. "The Daughters of Night" something in her mind whispers, she didn't have a clue, around the circle she saw the people she knew, she guessed that they were the voices for the seven dragons. She looked to the middle of the circle there stood a women in a mask "The Princess" The disembodied voice spoke for a second time, she couldn't make out the mask, whenever she tried to look at it it was like looking through water, everything was distorted. The dream jumped and changed. Each voice was now presenting their 'song', something is bought in to the centre a crown of some sort. "The dragon crown" The voice spoke again.  When the songs are finished, the princess slowly brings her hands to her face, the image of the dream starts to flicker. The mask is removed. Amelia is awoken by the sounds of screams, fire and blood.

She sits up in bed, her heart pounding against her rib cage and her breathing heavy and frantic. She buries her head in her hands and sobs. It is worse than anything she has ever felt, it was bad when she first saw it back in Asome but it faded quickly and was unable to recall any of it, until now. Each breath bought a sob that wrecked through her body. Getting out of bed she walked blindly through the house. Before she could get to her sisters bedroom she slid down the wall as another wave of sobs hit her. A moment later she felt a hand on her shoulder. Looking up startled she saw the face of her friend Thomas.
"Amelia. What are you doing down here?"  He asked, looking very concerned.
"I needed some air." She replied shakily. She could not look at him, she was trembling. Thomas put down the lamp and hoisted Amelia up in to his arms; cradling her like a child and took her back to her bed.  Placing her back on the bed he sat beside her.
"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked cautiously. Amelia didn't answer, she just stared at the backs of her hands that were resting on top of her knees.
"Please tell me Amelia, lest I have to start guessing."
"It wasn't the one about De la Coeur if that's what you're thinking." She said coldly, that nightmare looked like a pleasant memory compared to the images raging through her mind.
"Then please tell me Amelia. I am your friend am I not. I will listen to whatever you say." He covered her hands with his. She took a deep breath and repeated what she saw, tears fell as she remembered the fire and the blood. This didn't feel right, this vision told of the ritual that did not succeed, did this mean that the voices would fail or was the princess just not worthy. Though in her dream she was already wearing the crown, so maybe she might be worthy but there was something else behind the mask. Thomas drew her forward in an embrace, she buried her face in to his shoulder and wrapped her arms around him tightly.
"This vision may not come to pass Amelia."  He said reassuringly. He did not know if it was true or not. It would make her unhappy if she dwelled on it. He moved back a little and framed her face in his hands.
"Amelia, I know you. You would not let something like this happen. I know that when you can you will tell the others and you will work something out. If it can be worked out then it will all be fine."
"If I shared the vision then they might have something to add, they might know something that I don't. I'll tell Lord Kal first though, he seems to be in charge of all the voice stuff." She said.
"See , I knew you had a plan." He smiled and wiped away the still falling tears with his thumbs. Before standing he gently place a kiss on her forehead.
"Would you like me to get your father? "
"Please." He walked out to fetch Mr Collins. He told him of the dream and asked that he send his daughter to sleep magically as he feared that it would be sometime before she could sleep again.
Thomas watched as Mr Collins cast a sleep spell on Amelia, after her father left he stayed for a few more moments, he walked up to the side of her bed. He moved a lock of hair from her face. After that he left silently and returned to his room to sleep.

Trapped.

It had been weeks since Valvossa had died in the fae realm. The only things that she was left with was her body, the body of Corven and the others that weren't taken back and a wraith.

The wraith would get a kick out of taunting her about drawing her friends here to die. The first time that she realised she could physically hurt the undead she cried all night as a wave of guilt bombarded her; she could have saved Corven. She saw Corven as her best human friend of sorts, they fought together on the battlefield, they laughed and joked together. She prayed to Crowa for peace. She begged her friends for forgiveness; she had failed them and drawn them to their deaths.

It took only days for the wraith to get inside her head. She was plagued with images of her people screaming in terror and running for their lives as they were being killed. Each time Valvossa would regain control of her thoughts and beat the wraith in to the ground. He picked through her thoughts to play with the ones that would hurt her the most. For days he played over the day when primate Trystan died, he played it over so that it was her fault that he died, people blamed her not comforted her.
"Stop it!" She yelled. "It didn't happen that way. You are making things up." She screamed as she threw him to the floor, he just laughed maniacally.He showed her that no one back in her realm cared that she had died; this time or the last.

One day, when she thought she was alone she let her guard down. She started to see flashed of yellow and orange.
"NO! no! no! no! no!" She screamed in to the darkness. She fought hard against the thought. She wouldn't let the wraith take hold of that thought. The images got clearer. Valvossa started to hyperventilate, she clutched her head in her hands, trying desperately to stop the thoughts that hit her like a battering ram. She saw him as clear as day now, looking down at her; his face scarred and eyes sunken in. She screamed trying to block out the image. The dead look in his eyes made her feel sick. This continued for what felt like hours.

Suddenly, she heard a soft chanting coming from all around her. It washed over her like cold water.
"Fith" She spoke out loud, feeling a little bewildered. As it continued she felt calm and peaceful for the first time in ages. A warm light enveloped her. When she opened her eyes she could sense Crowa again.
"Am I in Crowa's realm?" She asked herself.
"Yes you are Valvossa." A voice said from behind her. Turing around slowly she was met with a tall man in a long green coat with a brown hood and fur collar. She smiled for the first time since dying.
"Corven." She said softly. She hesitated for a second before throwing her arms around her neck. "I'm so glad your safe."
"It's good to see you too. 'Tis a shame you won't year one year old now" He said wrapping his arms around her in return.
"I could have saved you Corven. I could have hurt the wraith. I'm so sorry"She started to cry in to his shoulder
"It's ok Valvossa. I don't hold it against you. Now lets go meet the others." He said, leading her further in to the shining halls of Lady Crowa.