“All because it burns doesn’t mean you’re going to die"
Panic, pain so much pain. Smoke clawing at the throat, tears, screaming, bloods so much blood. Fire licked at the body, burning the worst pain ever. Panic, too much to think clearly. I have to find someone, where are they? I can’t see, can’t breathe.
Fire burned in my lungs as air was forced into them. It felt like I was being consumed by lava, I felt warm hands move me over to my sides and it felt like all my insides were leaving my body. I was turned to my back and slowly I opened my eyes.
The sunlight hit me like a hammer and I flinched back and closed my eyes. People, deep male voices were talking in a language that I didn’t understand. I shivered and my breath came out in gasps. The voices stopped and I opened my eyes again when the hands that helped me before touched me again.
"We break we fall, in all we are we."
The group of two humans and elvhens made it to the boat okay with only a little bit of one sided hatred and tension. It was the second week of the voyage that things went downhill fast.
Wynne the shemlen healer got sick, for hours and hours she would be in the bed sweating and giving Leliana, Zevran and me these kinds, comforting smiles and saying that she was alright. The next day she passed on into the Beyond just two days before we were designated to port.
The next day I snapped as Zevran whistled and joked around, white hot rage filled my being and there I was hitting him over and over. Hitting him for everything he did wrong, for leaving all that was important, for being arse. Many had to pull me off him laughing with their ale smelling breathes. These shemlen make me sick.
"Suiadan calm down!" the red head said covering Zevran with her body. The rage wouldn't let me go and only picked up as I met his hazel eyes.
"You have a rea
I dream of a world all my ownI dream of a world all my own
Of pink skies and pixie dust
Of friendship and laughter
I dream of a world of happiness
No boggy man or things that go bump in the night
A world of laughing eyes
A world of frosted coffee