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She waited as he lost the fight with sleep

And then, ah yes, such strange visions

Drake That was his name She could hear the echo of that sound in her head

Drake Merwin

Whip Hand

For what felt like a very long tie She had to shield herself fro the boy’s dreams

In Drake’s drea eyes, a boy who h the air

And she saw a boy with fire co from his hands

Then she saw the girl, the dark-haired, dark-eyed beauty And the angry, resentful visions took a turn to so worse still

Far worse

For weeks before the great disappearance Orsay had been tortured by dreams she couldn’t shut out, ly adult iery

But she had never entered a dream like this

She was shaking Feeling as if she couldn’t breathe

She wanted to look away, spare herself frohtmares But it was the curse of her condition: She had no power to block the dreams out It was like she was strapped into a chair, eyes pried open, forced to look at ies that made her sick

Only distance would protect her Sobbing, Orsay crawled away, crawled toward the desert, indifferent to the stones that cut her knees and palms