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Halo stood there taking it all in. Breathing in every word on the parchment. Feeling every beat of her unsteady heart. Thoughts gathered in clusters then raced away again. The clock ticked methodically in the background would it slowly drive her insane? She tried to grasp why she felt a connection with the words, tried to numb the rising panic inside. It was too much, she snapped the book shut and moved to the window. Placing her warm head on the cold window. She breathed in and out slowly her breath misting the glass in front of her lips. She watched the town bustle by beneath her, her home
town. Where she had lived all her life. It seem alien now.

Solus lay in a bush and watched the cloud drift aimlessly across his vision like dust under the eyelids. Creating images, predicting the future or so he liked to think. A cough came from nearby, an unwanted visitor was making their way through his solitary surroundings. Solus tensed, being careful not to move a muscle, not to make a noise as the stranger passed through his herbal hiding place. He did not want to be seen, not today, not now. The cut below his right eye was still throbbing but his ego was the most bruised. In his left hand he clutched the cause of all the trouble a small heavy locket a
keepsake from a better life.

Dover stood firm atop the wall. Spy glass out searching the surrounding area for any sign of action any cause for concern. None came. The wind wisped through his dark brown hair. He looked to the north the rising mountains in the distance dark and ominous but protective from the outside dangers. A pang of exciting uncertainty coursed through him when he thought about what could be hiding in the shadows on the other side. He had vowed never to let his guard down because at some point the time would come when he would need his full strength.

Steward’s chest rose and fell, rose and fell. Soft music could be heard coming from the open window. The girl in the room dressed herself quickly and placed two coins down on the table next to his bed. She stood gazing at him for a moment and brushed one of this soft dark hairs off his cheek before she left without making a sound. Steward grunted and rolled in his sleep unaware of her departure. A sweet breeze pushed the white curtains away from the window and a beam of sunlight dance momentarily over his soft skin entwined in the bedsheets but he slept on dreaming of far off shores and
delicious adventures.