- 7th day of Hanotë

Part 5 - A Dream of Horrors

Elian woke up drenched in sweat, hair sticking to his forehead, his breath heavy as if he’d just ran for miles.

He took a deep breath, sitting up amongst his blankets, and took a trembling hand to his damp face. It was the middle of the night and the fire still crackled at his side.

Only a dream, he told himself, the same dream as always … but, as soon as he closed his eyes, sounds of terrifying screams filled his head, stealing his breath away and making his stomach clench.

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He opened his eyes immediately, trying to regain control over his own mind, and allowed himself the necessary time to calm down.

With a deep breath he laid down again and closed his eyes prepared to face what would follow.

The screams came back in a chaos of suffering, agonizing voices. And, amongst the horror that surrounded him, the dark eyes of a child looked up straight at him, his small arms outstretched as he asked … begged that he would reach him, that he would pick him up and take him away from all those horrors …

Elian opened his eyes again, feeling sick to the core of his stomach, droplets of sweat rolling over his skin.

And yet a smile touched his lips. After all those years he had finally been able to recall part of his dream …

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