“Well I paid for you, you know”
Why was it always this one that came back to him? Why couldn’t it be something else…
He watched as Almadrin put his drink to his lips, heart pounding in fearful anticipation. He never expected it, never. The few seconds of calm before the poison took effect were deafening in their silence.
And then it started, he jerked, and coughed, choking. He’d seen this in his dreams so many times…it was etched into his memory.
But something was different this time. When Almadrin fell to the floor his hair wasn’t that warm, light brown color, but silver. The look in his eyes not one of rage, but of complete betrayal, and pain. It wasn’t Almadrin at all.
Finally he woke, the sheer unpleasantness of the dream seemed to have ripped him back to reality. He lay there, staring up at the ceiling, shivering and shaking. It had been so real, as if this new part had been the memory, instead of the dream.
He started a little when he felt something shift next to him, and it took him a moment to realize that he hadn’t been alone. Tanth was still asleep, and Saethy was a little glad. Part of him wanted to wake him, to be comforted. At the same time he wasn’t really sure he could bring himself to say why he’d done it, to bring up that nightmare. Instead he curled back up against him, and waited for morning.