{"id":2480,"date":"2015-05-08T00:00:43","date_gmt":"2015-05-08T04:00:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/?p=2480"},"modified":"2015-05-07T19:52:14","modified_gmt":"2015-05-07T23:52:14","slug":"eight-07","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/?p=2480","title":{"rendered":"Eight – 07"},"content":{"rendered":"

I stood in a clearing, the ground covered in snow, trees all around me, looking like ink against the snow and sky. I knew it was cold, but I couldn\u2019t\u2014didn\u2019t\u2014feel it, standing there in my jeans and sneakers and a sweater. The sky above the clearing was bright with stars, the Milky Way a ribbon of light stretching across the vista of a moonless night.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYou\u2019re not afraid.\u201d<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I went tense at the sound of the voice, achingly familiar and enough to send shivers down my spine.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWhere are you?\u201d I asked. \u201cWhere am I?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cSomeplace safe.\u201d<\/strong> She stepped from the trees, dressed in the same gray robes that swayed in a non-existent breeze as if they were woven of nothing but mist and shadow. Her amber eyes gleamed in the darkness, bright against her pale flesh. Starlight caught in her silver-white hair, setting the curls ablaze with pale flame. \u201cWorry not.\u00a0 Your physical body is still in bed with your husband.\u201d<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWhat warning do you have now?\u201d I watched the Morrigan quietly as she came within a few feet of me, our eyes meeting in the darkness. Years ago, she\u2019d whispered a warning in my ear\u2014take a breath and wait to die\u2014presaging the end of everything we\u2019d ever known. It had just been more years in coming than we\u2019d ever dared to believe.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Why she gave a damn, why she watched over us, I still wasn\u2019t sure about.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 She stood in silence for a long moment, watching me even as I watched her.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Then she smiled faintly, berry-red lips quirking.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cThey need to take Seamus with them.\u201d<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYou heard me, child.\u201d<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I shook my head hard. \u201cI heard you, but\u2014\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cNo buts,\u201d<\/strong> she said, turning away. \u201cHe goes with them or the fate that awaits you all is far worse than death.\u201d<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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