The screams and the smell of smoke woke her up. Droplets of sweat pouring down from her forehead and onto the sheets. "What is happening? Why do I smell smoke?" Footsteps storming up to her room. "Aellwenn! Aellwenn dear we have to get out of here! They've set flame to the estate! Come, come take my hand. We'll go out through the passageway." She had forgotten about her broken leg at this point and froze in horror "Aldway! I can't get out of bed! Who's doing this to us?"
Aldway didn't answer she pulled the lever to the concealed passageway, helping her sister out of bed. "Alton, Alton carry Aellwenn out of here. You'll have a better chance to escape without me!"
She was sixteen, trying to build a collection of pawns as if she were in her homeland. As if anyone cared about who she was in this strange new world. Aldway, didn't care about what her sister was trying to do. She only wanted to keep her safe, she was the only real family that the Lady ever had.
Sweat now mixing with tears as the passageway closed and she was carried off. "Aldway! Aldway!" Then silence. This is the part where she woke up. It was the same nightmare for twelve years.
The Lady's eyes opened and she stared lifelessly at the ceiling. Had been time to visit that ruin and those specters? Was this something or someone calling her to act? Revenge or justice? She was once again filled with overwhelming regret and grief. Aldway's death was on her head. And many more..
