Lafiel Tarrant

[Lafiel]

It was cold Lafiel found herself running along a dark hallway with many doors it almost felt like one of the hallways that would be more fitting of the Araluen Estate Manor. She hurried along the passage a figure in a black cloak was running ahead of her she couldn't understand why she had to reach the figure but it was urgent there was an unspeakable strong yearning. Lafiel saw a corner just ahead there was a door facing her she suddenly found herself sprawled on the ground the wind knocked from her lungs the door in front of her opened and the figure of her father stood before her his eyes gazing lifeless at her Lafiel went cold inside the pit of her stomach she could barely hold back a scream as the figure moved forward she picked herself from the floor and ran around the corner she caught a glimpse of the cloaked figure and descended a little stairwell she suddenly noticed coffins lining either side of the pathway before her their lids slowly began to open she ran on after the figure she was finally catching up. The figure looked back Lafiel couldn't make out the face the figure turned back as if to run again Lafiel dived at the figure wrapping her arms tightly around the figure its hood fell back. She saw the ground suddenly end to the edge of a cliff too late she let out a scream as she fell with the figure. She tried to look up at the figures face and was suddenly shocked at the face she beheld the blonde hair. Her fathers voice spoke gentely in the back of her mind, " I love you my daughter this was for the best. To deliver you from pain." The pair hit the bottom of the gorge.

Lafiel suddenly sprang up in bed beads of sweat on her brow she suddenly felt shaky and cold she brought her knees up to her rubbing them before slipping over the side of her bed to put on the hot water for some tea. She made her tea and sat on the lounge pondering over the dream sipping slowly.

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